Stones

I said people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones
They’ll be standing all alone without a house they can call their own
You better keep your backyard clean
If you know, if you know, I know you know what I mean
I say the grass is always greener on the other side
Oh, yeah, glass will break and the walls come tumbling down

You’ll be hunting real quick for a broom to push around
But when you’re hiding all your dirt so fine
I’ll be laughing at you when you start sweeping mine
And that Sun, that big old Sun will shine it on
Oh, yeah, my home is not so clean I mean I really must confess

But when I peek ‘neath your rug ain’t nothing there but a dirty old mess
Who cares if your carpets are neat
If all your dirt is hid underneath?
I say the dirt is always blacker on the other side

Sticks and stones may break my bones
And bottles may come flyin’
You can rock it like a Rollin’ Stone
But baby I ain’t buyin’
Oh, yeah, you can come to my house - I won’t throw stones at you

As a matter of fact I may like you before we’re through
When you meet St. Peter at that gate
You know it’s what you got inside is how he rates
And that Sun, that big old Sun will shine it on