Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone       You’re too young to know    That you’re too young to go    There’s no freedom to be found    Lying face up on the ground       Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone       Ashes from an unfinished life    Are all that’s left    In a teardrop shaped locket    Hanging from his mother’s chest       Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone       You whip the back of freedom    ‘Til it bleeds and oil stream    Then you settle down upon it    Your killing machine       Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone       Old men who send children    Off to die in vain    They will hear death’s constant whisper    Or remember my name       Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone