I was born on a junk heap, down on Hurricane Alley
Left for dead in a suitcase by some godless shadow
Hey, that's why I'm made out of stone
And when you cut my body, I bleed like a stone
I was raised by a sinner on a gospel of violence
I was schooled by the wicked at the bead of a shotgun
Hey, that's why I'm made out of stone
And when you cut my body, I bleed like a stone
Cut me
Ain't no love in this cold stone, honey that's my attitude
And you'll stare at a blank face if you want my gratitude
I'm made out of stone
And when you cut my body, I bleed like a stone
Hey, I'm made out of stone
When you cut my body, I bleed like a stone
Guitar