The First Stone

Hey, you sinners, open all the doors
Have I got news for you
About that money loving preacher of yours
Friday night you find him taking pictures
Of a model in a cheap hotel
Sunday morning he's raising from the pulpit
Threatening to send us all to hell

Well, well, well
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 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 any stones
If you can't live by what you teach
You better leave alone
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 could tell
The glory train is leaving in the morning
But the preacher's here to stay
Well, 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

Let he who is without sin
Cast the first stone
The first stone
The first stone
The first stone

Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love