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