I got a brain I never use Loose ethics Making me confused Long nose and The spine of a mouse A pocket full rocks And an old glass house It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Shards are flying everywhere But i am prone To keep throwing stones I am convinced without a doubt I Have no idea What I'm talking about I'm sinking lower By the stones I throw But I'm not sure If I wanna know It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Shards are flying everywhere But i am prone To keep throwing stones But I'm prone To keep throwing stones Yea, But I'm prone To keep throwing stones I'm riding low on a giant horse My denial is a tour de force A natural born thrower And I am concerned That the stones Someday will return It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Yea, It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Shards are flying everywhere But i am prone To keep throwing To keep throwing To keep throwing stones