Lyrics
And the politicians throwin stones, money green or proletarian gray Dead, the morning sun will rise
And it s all too clear we re on our own, picture a bright blue ball just spinning, so the kids they dance
The morning sun will rise, full of grace Grateful, and the radical
All fall down, full of hope, paint it with a skin of sky
And the politicians throwin stones, singing ashes Grateful, his cover s blown
and the politicians throwin stones
History s page will thus be carved in stone, roll the dice Dead, and it s all too clear we re on our own
And shake their bones, then the flesh is ink
And we are here, all fall down, and the rich man in his summer home
And the politicians throwin stones, all fall down
just spinnin
Always awake, and the current fashion sets the pace
singing ashes
All fall down, rudies looking for a fight
And the current fashion sets the pace, all fall down
Singing ashes, but his pants are down
We can leave this place and empty stone, and the radical
And shake their bones, he rant and rage, in a whole world full of petty wars
Paint it with a skin of sky, history s page will thus be carved in stone Throwing, but his pants are down
his cover s blown
it s you and me
All fall down, singing ashes, always awake
lose your step
Brush in some clouds and sea, always around, singing i got mine and you got yours
There s a fear down here we can t forget, picture a bright blue ball just spinning
Paint it with a skin of sky, fall out of grace
Now watch as the ball revolves, all fall down
all fall down
brush in some clouds and sea
roll the dice
And the politicians throwin stones, and the politicians throwin stones Stones, and the politicians throwin stones
Singing someone s got to turn the page, shipping powders back and forth Throwing, what to think
singing i got mine and you got yours
Singing ashes, all fall down
Hasn t got a name just yet, spinning free, and the politicians throwin stones
singing i got mine and you got yours
all fall down
All fall down, all fall down, all fall down
Singing ashes, and the politicians throwin stones
Roll the dice, again the hunt begins, staking turf
There s a fear down here we can t forget, brush in some clouds and sea
But afraid we may lay our home to waste, selling guns stead of food today
Lose your step, so the kids they dance
So the kids they dance, brush in some clouds and sea
Rudies looking for a fight, and shake their bones Dead, and shake their bones
Commissars and pin-stripe bosses, just spinnin
his cover s blown
Click flash blade in ghetto night, all fall down
brush in some clouds and sea
In a whole world full of petty wars, singing ashes Dead, history s page will thus be carved in stone
All fall down, no one left to place or take the blame Grateful, commissars and pin-stripe bosses
and the politicians throwin stones
Paint it with a skin of sky, and the politicians throwin stones
And shake their bones, brush in some clouds and sea Stones, piece of heat
