Laulunsanoja:
Voices 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

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

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

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

'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

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

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

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

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