Tell me 'bout my brothers
Show me where they've gone
Tell me how the lovers
All turned fighters one by one
Talk to me of lawyers
And Marches by the poor
Tell me all 'bout Johnny
Who went marching off to war

Stoney days rainy night
Mister is the coast still clear
I miss the malls and the neon lights
And I miss that oly beer
Holy Moses, holey shoes
Is that all they got for me
My tattoo says "born to lose"

And my mama saw it on the tv
Stoney days
We all burned out papers
And we all raised our fists
But they got us sooner or later
Stuck us right in the middle of this

There's a band out playin'
Some marching song
Supposed to get me on my feet
As the caissons still go rollin' along
Rollin' over everyone they meet
Stoney days

And I wish somebody'd tell me:
What are we here for
I wish somebody'd sell me
Some idea worth dyin' for
Stoney days, rainy nights