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