Stone Songtext
von Black Owls
Stone Songtext
Stone
It′s made of stone
And it's all you own
And I saw you standing on it crying all alone
Monsters on thrones
They pick your bones
And wipe their lips with all the innocence you showed
And when I′m cremated
You'll smoke my ashes
And you'll see the flashes
Of the bridges we burned
And the faces we turned to stone
And when you′re frustrated
You′ll look for your brothers
With devils and mothers
Who push you in closets deep
They shut you in
They shut you in
And love
Get off the phone
Now don't be mowed
Your social grace has now become a dial tone
Your cover′s blown
Your birds have flown
You find you're shrinking and your horror show has grown
And when I′m cremated
You'll smoke my ashes
And you′ll see the flashes
Of your principal dead
And a cake with bacon and fire
And when you're frustrated
You'll look for your brothers
With devils and mothers
Who stole your sanity
And left you standing all alone
Without a single trace
Style
It′s not my style
The rank and file
I′m just a crippled dog that walked the city mile
You took my smile
And all the while
I was the guilty man you never put on trial
Stone
It's made of stone
And it′s all you own
And I saw you standing on it crying all alone
Monsters on thrones
They pick your bones
And wipe their lips with all the innocence you showed
It′s made of stone
And it's all you own
And I saw you standing on it crying all alone
Monsters on thrones
They pick your bones
And wipe their lips with all the innocence you showed
And when I′m cremated
You'll smoke my ashes
And you'll see the flashes
Of the bridges we burned
And the faces we turned to stone
And when you′re frustrated
You′ll look for your brothers
With devils and mothers
Who push you in closets deep
They shut you in
They shut you in
And love
Get off the phone
Now don't be mowed
Your social grace has now become a dial tone
Your cover′s blown
Your birds have flown
You find you're shrinking and your horror show has grown
And when I′m cremated
You'll smoke my ashes
And you′ll see the flashes
Of your principal dead
And a cake with bacon and fire
And when you're frustrated
You'll look for your brothers
With devils and mothers
Who stole your sanity
And left you standing all alone
Without a single trace
Style
It′s not my style
The rank and file
I′m just a crippled dog that walked the city mile
You took my smile
And all the while
I was the guilty man you never put on trial
Stone
It's made of stone
And it′s all you own
And I saw you standing on it crying all alone
Monsters on thrones
They pick your bones
And wipe their lips with all the innocence you showed
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