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Rated: 18+ · Lyrics · Psychology · #1899140
This song compares verbal abuse to hurled stones.
Forgotten in the corner of the local general store
Why did they not love him?  They'd forgotten twice before.
He didn't mean to do that.  They really must be sore.
Stones... Stones...

I don't want to play no games.  Can't you see I'm busy now?
You know that I'd just beat you.  You're so stupid anyhow.
Why don't you go out jogging?  You're fatter than a cow.
Stones... Stones...

No mark was on his body
The mark was on his soul
No nurse and no physician
Could ever make him whole
Stones... Stones...

Seventeen and lonely, hidden from the neighborhood
He couldn't find a friend today.  He guessed he never would.
Even Father Shandon said "Boy, you're just no good."
Stones... Stones...

No mark was on his body
The mark was on his soul
No nurse and no physician
Could ever make him whole
Stones... Stones...

They found him in the corner of an old abandoned store
Empty liquor bottle and a pistol on the floor
Not the best solution but at least he hurts no more
Stones... Stones...
Stoned... He was stoned...
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