Stone is Dead

Going down an easy street

They're offering the perfect scheme

I'm so tired of trying to make ends meet

They just want to let the sugar say

You walk away with peaches and cream

Don't let the nightmare wake you from your dream

We're like little blades of grass

Pushing up through the concrete cracks

We'll walk on and raise our heads

'Cause we know that grass is living and stone is dead

Now men they make it down an easy street

And how they get there, hope I never know

Mud on their clothes, I suppose

If you want to get there's just one thing

You might have to rub up to sin

Lose your compassion, it's an easy win

We're like little blades of grass

Pushing up through the concrete cracks

We'll walk on and raise our heads

'Cause we know that grass is living and stone is dead

We're like little blades of grass

Pushing up through the concrete cracks

We'll walk on and raise our heads

'Cause we know that grass is living and stone is

Grass is living and stone is

Grass is living and stone is dead