Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
 closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace is the human face
But afraid we may lay our home to waste
Theres a fear down here we cant forget
Hasnt got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime falls
And again the hunt begins, and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
 the darkness never goes from some mens eyes 
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Its taking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat
Its you and me
You and me
Flashblade in ghetto night
Rudies looking for a fight
Rat cat alley roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Commissars and pin-striped bosses roll the dice
Any way they fall, guess who gets to pay the price
Money green, the proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirits sleeping, then the flesh is ink
Historys page will be neatly carved in stone
The futures here – we are it – we are on our own
If the game is lost then were all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Oh that shinning ball
We can call our home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Shooting powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
And the radical, he rant and rage
Singing someone got to turn the page!
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone!
But his pants are down, his covers blown
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear were on our own
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Its dizzying, the possibilities
Ashes, ashes all fall down