Texty: Ben Harper. Both Sides of the Gun. Gather ‘round The Stone.

Hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

You're too young to know
That you're too young to go
There's no freedom to be found
Lying face up in the ground

I say, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

Ashes from an unfinished life
Are all that's left
In a tear-drop shaped locket
Hanging from his mother's chest

I say, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

I say, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

You whip the back of freedom
?Til it bleeds an oil stream
Then you sail down upon it
In your killin' machine

I said, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

Old men who send children
Off to die in vain
They will hear death's constant whisper call
Remember my name

I said, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
I say, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone

I say, hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gather 'round the stone