69 Stones

69 stones, 69 stones
I've been carrying 69 stones
All my life, I'm bound to roam
And I'll be carrying 69 stones
I've been carrying 69 stones

The will to live can be an awful curse
On an Earth that's just a lot of dirt
Whenever it is that you're getting hurt
That's just the will to live
Doing its work

It puts the moment through the toll
It turns an insect straight into an infestation
It pushes the weed from beneath concrete
But hey what can you say babe?
We all got to eat

And make explicit home
Wherever our teeth, red flesh from bone
It's surprising us survivors and the eyes hungry tigers
Gets that will to live that won't leave me alone
Feels like carrying 69 stones
Feels like carrying 69 stones

How you got to like that, right Howard?