Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler) (from the album "InFormation", 1995) I wish I was made of stone because a stone cannot feel pain and if I was made of stone
The whole day through Took the diamond from my soul And turned it back into coal All these voices All these memories Made me feel like stone All these people Made
Turner's voice was very low B.B. King wailed, Charlie Parker cried Louis Jordan smiled Ray Charles moaned Chuck Berry rock and rolled Fats Domino made
on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that
Conscience binds you in chains Trail by stone hammer and nails No one made the holes but me Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled,
the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we
your phone I shouldn't have said the things I said Lookin' for love we left for dead In a grave without a stone As soon as you hear my voice Don't hesitate
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle And when the voices blend they sound like angels I hope there's some room still in the middle But when I lift my voice
who fiends Could it be her cute little finger tambourines? I don't know but it's making me hard (How hard?) Harder by the yard Thousands of brothers had congregated Stone
's made of satin with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger
rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt
misguided angel I reach up touch the sun And the rainfall But there's no rainbow People are painful Evil and angry, abused and afraid We all get confused By the moves that we made
all shinin' stars Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint? The same feelin' scheme, temper made the
called spirits made you into these raving madmen? Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices
One day eyes that are blind will see You clearly One day all who deny will finally believe One day hearts made of stone will break in pieces One day chains
littlest things The things that most folks would forget Like the simple, loving way He?d just call my name Up at the grave stone rolled away With a loud voice
the expanse of eternity Fifteen hundred miles high and just as deep as it was wide Indescribable colors were refracting everywhere From the precious stones it was made
After all we're flesh 'n' blood After all Every cloud has a silver lining And every soul is tender to the touch We are made of stone, we are made of
