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  1. Sticks and Stones

From the recording WRITTEN IN STONE

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Lyrics

STICKS AND STONES

Those sticks and stones
May break your bones,
But, in the end,
Those bones will mend.
Words are a curse,
Words hurt much worse;
They shoot the pain
Straight through the brain.

Whatcha lookin’ at, Four Eyes?
The same to you there, Fatty!
Slow it down there, Thunder Thighs;
Now tell me, “Who’s your daddy?”

Hey, Chrome Dome, turn off that light!
Kid, you must be retarded.
Poor girl’s neither black or white;
The insults have just started.

Those sticks and stones
May break your bones,
But, in the end,
Those bones will mend.
Words are a curse,
Words hurt much worse;
They shoot the pain
Straight through the brain.

You’re a first class space cadet.
How did you get born, dog breath?
Did your mother lose a bet?
Gonna laugh myself to death.


Your label should say “REJECT,”
The dimmest bulb on the tree
Just what else did you expect?
Kindness from the likes of me?


Those sticks and stones
May break your bones,
But, in the end,
Those bones will mend.
Words are a curse,
Words hurt much worse;
They shoot the pain
Straight through the brain.

Whatcha lookin’ at, Four Eyes?
The same to you there, Fatty!
Slow it down there, Thunder Thighs;
Now tell me, “Who’s your daddy?”

Hey, Chrome Dome, turn off that light!
Kid, you must be retarded.
Poor girl’s neither black or white;
The insults have just started.

So guard your bones
Against those stones;
And guard your ears
From all you hear.
One thing for sure,
Keep only the pure,
The good and true,
Flowing through you,
Flowing through you.


Copyright © 2003 Lex Zaleta