Turn to Stones

Come with me now to the arena man,
lend all your troubles a dime;
for it’s the Rolling Stones in concert we will see,
and you will have a good time.

Jagger will give you satisfaction man,
no need to get off my cloud;
and if you feel between a rock and a hard place,
you’ll feel that you are allowed.

Angie, and Jumpin’ Jack Flash,
I’m just a street fighting man;
shattered, and out of control--
just turn back to that rock and roll band.

Stand with the crowd, don’t stop the rhythm man,
we’re on the new streets of love;
and any sympathy for the devil is long gone,
for we hang fire above.

All of the mixed emotions will then fade,
you’ll feel so brown sugar sweet;
and if wild horses ever pull you down,
you’ll feel that you can compete.

Happy, with tumbling dice,
paint it black right where you stand;
miss you, it’s all over now,
return unto that rock and roll band.

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