Throwing Stones - Live

I got a brain I never use
Loose ethics
Making me confused
Long nose and
The spine of a mouse
A pocket full rocks
And an old glass house
It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror
Shards are flying everywhere
But i am prone
To keep throwing stones

I am convinced without a doubt
I Have no idea
What I'm talking about
I'm sinking lower
By the stones I throw
But I'm not sure
If I wanna know
It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror
Shards are flying everywhere
But i am prone
To keep throwing stones

But I'm prone
To keep throwing stones
Yea, But I'm prone
To keep throwing stones

I'm riding low on a giant horse
My denial is a tour de force
A natural born thrower
And I am concerned
That the stones
Someday will return

It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror
Yea, It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror
It may be getting clearer
If I look into the mirror

Shards are flying everywhere
But i am prone
To keep throwing
To keep throwing
To keep throwing stones