Bright Stones

We've been marching the beat of a different drummer,
to some he's been seen, while unknown to all others.
On a day that a bass line erupts from the seas,
we'd better attend to the rythm he gives
We've been called by the strings of a different strummer.
A deafening noise above which none can utter.
An when the sky suffers that screaming note
abandon all hope
abandon all hope
of staying here
Saturday night, Saturday night, lie down with the lions tonight
and set it to shake up
Saturday night, lie down with the lions tonight and set it to
shake up; yeah I burn, I burn!
The cancer's gone, got shot in the eye last night
oh but it turned on everything, everything
So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand,
So I've been sleeping
gun in my hand
We've been tempted by the lies of a sweet talker. Though fair he
may seem, he smells thus the fouler. Could somebody please take
this devil to the outskirts of town and give him a seed that he's sown.
And cover him with dirt and with stones
The cancer's gone, got shot in the eye last night
oh but it turned on everything, everything
So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand,
So I've been sleeping
gun in my hand
The cancer's gone, got shot in the eye last night
oh but it turned on everything, everything
So I've been sleeping with a gun in my hand,
I've been sleeping
gun in my hand