| Song | No More Stones |
| Artist | Enter the Haggis |
| Album | Soapbox Heroes |
| 作曲 : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Thought we had a grudge against | |
| Our friends who live beyond the fence | |
| Victims of a circumstance or writers of our fate? | |
| Proud enough to cast a stone | |
| But not enough to lose our homes | |
| Now it's done we have been shown | |
| The things that were at stake | |
| Should have stopped to think about it | |
| Would have brought to light our doubts | |
| I wish the silent ones had shouted | |
| At us to our face | |
| Would we even listen then? | |
| Or could we only see the damage | |
| When the dust had settled | |
| And we finally saw the waste | |
| CHORUS: Hey, ho, the wind has blown | |
| Won the war, now there's nothing to show | |
| Seeds sewn, time to grow | |
| No more stones to throw | |
| Now it's time to reap the corn | |
| But no one's left to grow it for | |
| I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door | |
| Alas, to no reply | |
| Now I want to live in peace | |
| But no one's here to live with me | |
| I should have learned of harmony | |
| Before I took a side | |
| Situation took a hold of | |
| Common sense and wouldn't go | |
| Although I guess we could have known | |
| The error of our ways | |
| All alone at dinnertime | |
| No one's left to drink my wine | |
| As I propose a toast to | |
| Every family that paid |
| zuò qǔ : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Thought we had a grudge against | |
| Our friends who live beyond the fence | |
| Victims of a circumstance or writers of our fate? | |
| Proud enough to cast a stone | |
| But not enough to lose our homes | |
| Now it' s done we have been shown | |
| The things that were at stake | |
| Should have stopped to think about it | |
| Would have brought to light our doubts | |
| I wish the silent ones had shouted | |
| At us to our face | |
| Would we even listen then? | |
| Or could we only see the damage | |
| When the dust had settled | |
| And we finally saw the waste | |
| CHORUS: Hey, ho, the wind has blown | |
| Won the war, now there' s nothing to show | |
| Seeds sewn, time to grow | |
| No more stones to throw | |
| Now it' s time to reap the corn | |
| But no one' s left to grow it for | |
| I' m knockin' on my neighbor' s door | |
| Alas, to no reply | |
| Now I want to live in peace | |
| But no one' s here to live with me | |
| I should have learned of harmony | |
| Before I took a side | |
| Situation took a hold of | |
| Common sense and wouldn' t go | |
| Although I guess we could have known | |
| The error of our ways | |
| All alone at dinnertime | |
| No one' s left to drink my wine | |
| As I propose a toast to | |
| Every family that paid |