| I got no money, I got no faith | |
| I got no interest in human race | |
| But I don't mind | |
| I got no credit, I got no sense | |
| I got no advocate in my defence | |
| But I don't mind | |
| Life is easy, but the price is high | |
| And there's so many things that I can't buy | |
| But I don't need to know the reasons why | |
| I'm throwing stones at the wind | |
| Pull the strings, make him sing | |
| He'll do anyting that you want him to | |
| They tell him he's free | |
| Between you and me | |
| He's throwing stones at the wind | |
| Savile Row it ripped my pocket seam | |
| My accountant doesn't bank on dreams | |
| But I don't mind | |
| They come and take away | |
| The thing I need | |
| They're making sure | |
| I don't give in to greed | |
| But I don't mind | |
| Just kick me down and I'll get up again | |
| No matter what kind of mess I'm in | |
| You can laugh but it won't mean a thing | |
| I'm throwing stones at the wind | |
| Pull the strings, make him sing | |
| He'll do anything that you want him to | |
| They tell him he's free | |
| Between you and me | |
| He's throwing stones at the wind | |
| They say its crazy. I'm of my head | |
| That I don't listen to a word that's said | |
| But I don't mind | |
| Got no opinions, ain't got no clue | |
| So many telling me what I should do | |
| But I don't mind | |
| Though they may try to make a fool of me | |
| I'll live my life how it was meant to be | |
| My peace of mind it still comes easily | |
| I'm throwing stones at the wind | |
| Pull the strings, make him sing | |
| He'll do anything that you want him to | |
| Now that he's free between you and me | |
| He's throwing stones at the wind |