STONE THE WORLD
IS STONE IT'S NO TRICK
OF THE LIGHT IT'S
HARD ON THE SOUL
STONE THE WORLD
IS STONE COLD TO
THE TOUCH AND HARD
ON THE SOUL
IN THE GRAY OF
THE STREETS IN THE
NEON UNKNOWN
I LOOK FOR A SIGN THAT
I'M NOT ON MY OWN
THAT I'M NOT
HERE ALONE
AS THE STILL OF
THE NIGHT AND THE
CHOKE OF THE AIR
AND THE WINNERS'
DELIGHT AND THE
LOSERS' DESPAIR
CLOSES IN LEFT
AND RIGHT I WOULD
LOVE NOT TO CARE
STONE THE WORLD
IS STONE FROM A
FARAWAY LOOK
WITHOUT STARS
IN MY EYES
THROUGH THE HALLS
OF THE RICH AND THE
FLATS OF THE POOR
WHEREVER I GO
THERE'S NO WARMTH
ANYMORE THERE'S
NO LOVE ANYMORE
THERE'S NO LOVE
ANYMORE
AAH SO I TURN ON MY
HEELS I'M DECLINING
THE FALL
I'VE HAD ALL
I CAN TAKE WITH MY
BACK TO THE WALL
TELL THE WORLD
I'M NOT IN I'M NOT
TAKING THE CALL
STONE THE WORLD
IS STONE BUT I SAW
IT ONCE WITH THE
STARS IN MY EYES
WHEN EACH COLOR
RANG OUT IN A
THUNDEROUS CHROME
IT'S NO TRICK OF
THE LIGHT
I CAN'T FIND MY WAY
HOME IN A WORLD
OF STONE
OH OH OH OOO
IN A WORLD OF STONE
CAN'T FIND I CAN'T
FIND I CAN'T FIND MY
WAY HOME
OH OH OH OOO
IN A WORLD OF STONE
CAN WE CAN WE CAN
WE CAN WE OH OH
OH OH OH OOO
STONE STONE
OH OH OH YEAH