Stone, it's made of stone It's all you own
I saw you standing on it crying all alone
Monsters on thrones they pick your bones
& Wipe their lips with all the innocence you've shown
And When I'm cremated - smoke my ashes & you'll see the flashes
Of the bridges we burned and faces we turned - to stone
& When you're frustrated - look for
Your brothers, with devils and mothers
Push you in closets deep & shut you in - they shut you in
Alone,
Get off the phone now don't bemoan
Your social grace has now become a dial tone
Your cover's blown your birds have flown
You find you're shrinking and the horror show has grown
And when I'm cremated - you'll smoke my ashes & you'll see the flashes
Of your prison birthday and the cake with a baked in file
& When you're frustrated - look for
Your brothers, with devils and mothers
Who stole your sanity and left you
Standing all alone without a single trace of
Style,
It's not my style the rank and file
I'm just the crippled dog that walked a city mile
You took my smile and all the while
I was the guilty man you never put on trial.