Hey, gather round the stone
That you're too young to go
There's no freedom to be found
Lying face up in the ground
Ashes from an unfinished life
In a teardrop -shaped locket
Hanging from his mother's chest
Hey, Gather round the stone
Say hey, Gather round the stone
Hey, Gather round the stone
You whip the back of freedom
Till it bleeds an oil stream
Then you sail down a haunted
and you're killing the sheep
Hey, hey, hey, gather round the stone
Those men who send children
They will hear death's constant whisper,
I say hey, hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather round the stone
I say hey, hey, gather round the stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather round, sit down