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