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Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning freeDizzy with eternityPaint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and seaCall it home for you and meA peaceful place or so it looks from spaceA closer look reveals the human raceFull of hope, full of grace is the human faceBut afraid, we may lay our home to wasteThere's a fear down here we can't forget, hasn't got a name just yetAlways awake, always around, singing ashes, ashes all fall downNow watch as the ball revolves and the nightime callsAnd again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind callsBy and by again, the morning sun will riseThe darkness never goes from some men's eyesWell you know it strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streetsStalking turf, dividing up meatNightmare spook, piece of heat, it's you and me, you and meClick, flashblade in ghetto night, Rudie's looking for a fightRat cat alley roll them bones, need that cash to feed that JonesAnd the politicians throwing stonesSinging ashes, ashes all fall downLetras de cancionesCommissars and pin-striped bosses role the diceAny way they fall guess who gets to pay the price?Money green or proletarian graySelling guns instead of food todaySo the kids they dance, they shake their bonesWhile the politicians throwing stonesSinging ashes, ashes all fall downHeartless powers try to tell us what to thinkIf the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yeaHistory's page, it is thusly carved in stoneThe future's here, we are it, we are on our ownOn our own, on our own, on our ownIf the game is lost then we're all the sameNo one left to place or take the blameWe will leave this place an empty stoneFor that shinning ball we can call our homeSo the kids they dance, they shake their bonesAnd the politicians, throwing stonesSinging ashes, ashes all fall downShipping powders back and forthSinging, black goes South while white comes NorthAnd the whole world full of petty warsSinging I got mine and you got yoursAnd the current fashions set the paceLose your step, fall out of graceAnd the radical he rant and rageSinging someone got to turn the pageAnd the rich man in his summer homeSinging, just leave well enough aloneBut his pants are down, his cover's blownAnd the politicians are throwing stonesSo the kids they dance and shake their bones'Cause its all too clear we're on our ownSinging ashes, ashes all fall downSinging ashes, ashes all fall downPicture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning freeIt's dizzying, the possibilitiesAshes, ashes all fall downAshes, ashes all fall downAshes, ashes all fall downAshes, ashes all fall downAll fall down, all fall downSinging ashes, ashes all fall downAll fall down, all fall downSinging ashes, ashes all fall downAshes, ashes all fall downAshes, ashes all fall down From Letras Mania