Where to Throw the Stone

Do not fear but be afraid don’t rebel but just behave
If it is not explained then how do you justify It
The king raises his hand saying that he understands
And that he doesn’t want to see more of his people dying
Cities to dust people to sand remember what the king once said
But while saying he was too busy lying
A crown makes a king a king makes a throne
And a throne makes the target for where to throw the stone
The elected hands of the world can only hold a few so think about that for a while
And then decide if they hold you
The uncoloured man rips his naked chest wide open and starts tickling his heart to make sure It’s not broken
There is no point in pointing there are no need for needles no rules worth ruling no deeds worth doing
A crown makes a king a king makes a throne
And a throne makes the target for where to throw the stone
If you kind of hate my voice and if its making you depressed then please go home take a piss and get some rest
As the worn out young men can’t cope with the temptation they start burning down the town out of anger and frustration
Making all the women and children cry they do not salute the ones who are about to die
A crown makes a king a king makes a throne
And a throne makes the target for where to throw the stone