Throw Your Stones

 Sound the horn,
Throw your stones,
Rally cry,
Sneaky smile,
Take your aim,
Make it good,
Right on target,

Here is a friendly warning,
If you do decide to play,

You better hope that I don't get back up,
You better hope that I'm not still standing,
When all you have left is dust in your hands,
And I have nothing to lose.

Here's what they call a counter strike,
Smash,
Crash,
With all my might,
You choose your path of destruction,
That path always leads to,
Self destruction,
Or self destruction by proxy,
When you dig your grave,
Jump in,
And fill it with concrete.

So throw your stones...

You better hope that I don't get back up,
You better hope that I'm not still standing,
When all you have left is dust in your hands,
And I have nothing to lose.