GRATEFUL DEAD - THROWING STONES
    Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
  Dizzy with eternity.
  Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
  Call it home for you and me.
  A peaceful place or so it looks from space
  A closer look reveals the human race.
  Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
  But afraid, we may our home to waste.
  There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet
  Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.
  Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
  And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
  By and by again, the morning sun will rise
  But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes.
  It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
  Stalking turf, dividing up meat.
  Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.
  Click, flashblade in ghetto night. Rudies looking for a fight.
  Rat cat alley roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones
  And the politicians throwing stones
  Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
  Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
  Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
  Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.
  So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
  While the politicians throwing stones
  Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
  Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
  If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
  History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
  The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
  If the game is lost then we're all the same
  No one left to place or take the blame.
  We will leave this place an empty stone
  Or this shinning ball of bule we can call our home
  So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
  While the politicians are throwing stones
  Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
  Shipping powders back and forth
  Singing "Black goes south while white comes north"
  And the whole world full of petty wars
  Singing "I got mine and you got yours."
  And the current fashions set the pace.
  Lose your step, fall out of grace.
  And the radical he rant and rage,
  Singing "someone got to turn the page"
  And the rich man in his summer home,
  Singing "Just leave well enough alone"
  But his pants are down, his cover's blown
  And the politicians are throwing stones
  So the kids they dance they shake their bones
  Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
  Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
  Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
  It's dizzying, the possibilities.
  Ashes, Ashes all fall down.