Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.
Indeed. We should also stop and consider this: how does it feel to be on your own? With no direction home? Like a complete unknown? Like a rolling stone?