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?