Stone skipping

And a good man
A good man
Is bout to die

Load your rifles
Your rifles
We gonna ride at dawn

When the sky
Burns like coal
Mines
In the hills

She likes sweet talk
And rough love
Sitting still

I'll be there
Stone skipping
Stone skipping

On those eight sea shores

And the preacher man he don't know
Keep on praying for the wicked hearts
And the preached man he don't know
How the sky it got so dark

Got to roll with it
Roll with it
You're alright

Shaky hands all
All these plans
Made with candlelight

I'll be the fighter
The fighter
You be the gloves

Get you off
Get you off
Finally I can breathe

Oh that riot
That riot
Is what we need

I'll be
Stone skipping
Stone skipping

On those eight sea shores

Like a canyon
An old river
Wore away

I'm gorgeous
I meaner
For all my days

Like a canyon
An old river
You could never cross