Throw stones    Even though you live in a glass house of your own    And I don't sympathize or criticize       Rumor has it you've got something to say    You've got nothing on me    Nothing on me    Rumor has it you keep repeating yourself    You've got nothing on me    Nothing on me       Second wind    Second sight    Second skin    Go within       Ripped apart    Ripped apart on sight       Fork tongue    It’s like a razor when you want to use it    And use it wrong    And I don't compromise or socialize       Rumor has it you've got something to say    You've got nothing on me    Nothing on me    Rumor has it you keep repeating yourself    You've got nothing on me    Nothing on me       Second wind    Second sight    Second skin    Go within       Ripped apart    Ripped apart on sight       Ripped apart, ripped apart, ripped apart       Goddamn, shit, I’m feeling it    When we see each other its throw time    When we see each other its throw time    When we see each other it’s go time       You throw stones and I don’t criticize    You throw stones and I don’t sympathize…with you