The First Stone

Hey, you sinners, open all the doors Have I got news for you About that money loving preach of yours Friday night you'll find him taking pictures Of a model in a cheap hotel Sunday morning he's raving from the pulpit Threatening to send us all to hell, well, well Don't throw, 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 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 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 Don't throw any stones Unless you practice what you preach You'll never find love Hey, you sinners, well, you never can tell The glory train is leaving in the morning But the preacher's there to say farewell, 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 Yet be you who is without sins, cast the first stone (the first stone, the first stone, the first stone) Can't find love Can't find love You can't find love You can't find love