The Last Stone Rider Vinnie Moore – Phil Mogg Call my brothers I will be there Call my mother To offer up a prayer I hear the ricochet Shot gun blast We are the five Before the mast Down in the shallows Like cool sugar cane I want for nothing Nothing to gain She has the power Of a mystical rod She has a cross We were on fire for God I'm a last stone rider And I wear this thorny crown I have an English style of speaking And I sleep where these boots come down So love is called this dying breed Estelle fills my every need She's the last man standing Solid as a rock Dust and ashes Breeding stock I have a power That is rare I'll twirl my fingers Round your honey hair Round 'em up Cut 'em down I got my feet On the ground Hey, hey, alright Fire me up Come on Fire me up now Fire me up I'm a last stone rider And I wear this thorny crown I have an English style of speaking And I sleep where these boots come down
The Last Stone Rider Vinnie Moore – Phil Mogg Call my brothers I will be there Call my mother To offer up a prayer I hear the ricochet Shot gun blast We are the five Before the mast Down in the shallows Like cool sugar cane I want for nothing Nothing to gain She has the power Of a mystical rod She has a cross We were on fire for God I'm a last stone rider And I wear this thorny crown I have an English style of speaking And I sleep where these boots come down So love is called this dying breed Estelle fills my every need She's the last man standing Solid as a rock Dust and ashes Breeding stock I have a power That is rare I'll twirl my fingers Round your honey hair Round 'em up Cut 'em down I got my feet On the ground Hey, hey, alright Fire me up Come on Fire me up now Fire me up I'm a last stone rider And I wear this thorny crown I have an English style of speaking And I sleep where these boots come down
