only the smoothest stones will be skipped across the lake
or cast across the ocean by the mighty hand of fate
only rolling stones will call a heart a spade
the only solution for the weak is trading aid for aid
we're fighting for survival we raid another's raid
the karma comes on slowly so we think that we're ok
You see me through the grimy view of an old judge with a grudge
My picture needs to be retouched
I thought I saw you running
But it might have been a smudge