Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

You’re too young to know
That you’re too young to go
There’s no freedom to be found
Lying face up on the ground

Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

Ashes from an unfinished life
Are all that’s left
In a teardrop shaped locket
Hanging from his mother’s chest

Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

You whip the back of freedom
‘Til it bleeds an oil stream
Then you settle down upon it
Your killing machine

Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

Old men who send children
Off to die in vain
They will hear death’s constant whisper
Or remember my name

Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone