We are all just stones, some us in the rough
Not polished, well hell, some are uncut
They say the worth of a thing is what a man is willing to pay
But if they don't see the value of you in you
It don't change and it don't go away
Let the river's water wash you smooth
Let the mountain's pressure harden you
Let the river's water wash you smooth
Let the mountain's pressure harden you
Sometimes in the wild is the better place to be
They'll take your bones and your blood and your soul
Then they'll paint and decorate their homes
So stay underground, be who you are
There ain't a goddamn point in being pretty
If it all will leave a scar
Let the river's water wash you smooth
Let the mountain's pressure harden you
Let the river's water wash you smooth
Let the mountain's pressure harden you