The First Stone Paul McCartney

Hey, you sinners, open all the doors
Have I got news for you
About that money loving preach of yours

Friday night you'll find him taking pictures
Of a model in a cheap hotel
Sunday morning he's raving from the pulpit
Threatening to send us all to hell, well, well

Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
If you can't live by what you teach
You better leave alone

Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
Unless you practice what you preach
You'll never find love

Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love
Can't find love

Don't throw, don't throw, don't throw
Don't throw any stones
If you can't live by what you teach
You better leave alone