I got a brain I never use
Loose ethics
Making me confused
I got a long nose and
The spine of a mouse
A pocket full rocks
And an old glass house
It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror
Shards are flying
But I'm prone
To keep throwing stones
Unconvinced without a doubt
Have no idea
What I'm talking about
I'm sinking lower
By the stones I throw
But I'm not sure
If I wanna know
It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror
Shards are flying everywhere
But I'm prone
To keep throwing stones
I'm riding low on a giant horse
My denial is a tour de force
A natural born thrower
And I am concerned
That the stones
Someday will return