The First Stone lyrics
Hey, you sinners, open all the doors
Have I got news for you
About that money loving preach of yours
Friday night you'll find him taking pictures
Of a model in a cheap hotel
Sunday morning he's raving from the pulpit
Threatening to send us all to hell, well, well
Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
If you can't live by what you teach
You better leave alone
Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
Unless you practice what you preach
You'll never find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
If you can't live by what you teach
You better leave alone
Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
Unless you practice what you preach
You'll never find love
Hey, you sinners, well, you never can tell
The glory train is leaving in the morning
But the preacher's there to say farewell, well, well
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Yet be you who is without sins, cast the first stone
(the first stone, the first stone, the first stone)
Can't find love
Can't find love
You can't find love
You can't find love
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The First Stone est une chanson interprétée par Paul McCartney