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I said people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones They’ll be standing all alone without a house they can call their own You better keep your backyard clean If you know, if you know, I know you know what I mean I say the grass is always greener on the other side Oh yeah, glass will break and the walls come tumbling down You’ll be hunting real quick for a broom to push around But when you’re hiding all your dirt so fine I’ll be laughing at you when you start sweeping mine And that sun, that big old sun will shine it on Oh yeah, my home is not so clean I mean I really must confess But when I peek ‘neath your rug ain’t nothing there but a dirty old mess Who cares if your carpets are neat If all your dirt is hid underneath? I say the dirt is always blacker on the other side Sticks and stones may break my bones And bottles may come flyin’ You can rock it like a Rollin’ Stone But baby I ain’t buyin’ Oh yeah, you can come to my house - I won’t throw stones at you As a matter of fact I may like you before we’re through When you meet St. Peter at that gate You know it’s what you got inside is how he rates And that sun, that big old sun will shine it on From Letras Mania