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Throwing Stones, (partial)

words by John Perry Barlow, music by Bob Weir.

In a whole world full of petty wars

Singing I got mine and you got yours.

And the current fashion sets the pace,

Lose your step, fall out of grace.

And the radical, he rant and rage,

Singing someone's got to turn the page.

And the rich man in his summer home,

Singing just leave well enough alone.

But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwin' stones,

So the kids they dance

And shake their bones,

And it's all too clear we're on our own.

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Ashes, ashes, all fall down.