Hey, hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, 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 in the ground
Hey, hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, 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, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, 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
In your killing machine
Hey, hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, 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, hey gather ‘round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone