Throwing Stones (Reprise) - Grateful Dead

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free

Dizzy with eternity

Paint it with a skin of sky

Brush in some clouds and sea

Call it home for you and me

A peaceful place or so it looks from space

A closer look reveals the human race

Full of hope, full of grace

Is the human face

But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There’s a fear down here we can’t forget

Hasn’t got a name just yet

Always awake, always around

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves

And the nighttime falls

Again the hunt begins

Again the bloodwind calls

By and by, the morning sun will rise

But the darkness never goes

From some men’s eyes

It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets

Staking turf, dividing up meat

Nightmare spook, piece of heat

It’s you and me

You and me

Click flash blade in ghetto night

Rudies looking for a fight

Rat cat alley, roll them bones

Need that cash to feed that jones

And the politicians throwin' stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Commissars and pin-stripe bosses

Roll the dice

Any way they fall

Guess who gets to pay the price

Money green or proletarian gray

Selling guns 'stead of food today

So the kids they dance

And shake their bones

And the politicians throwin' stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us

What to think

If the spirit’s sleeping

Then the flesh is ink

History’s page will thus be carved in stone

And we are here, and we are on our own

On our own

On our own

On our own

If the game is lost

Then we’re all the same

No one left to place or take the blame

We can leave this place and empty stone

Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home

So the kids they dance

And shake their bones

And the politicians throwin' stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth

Singing black goes south and white comes north

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

Picture a bright blue ball

Just spinnin', spinnin, free

Dizzy with the possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down