Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can burn a happy home
It ’s true
I ’ve got words for you
The past is done
It ’s gone forever
Don ’t teII me my pain is pIeasure
You, you haven ’t got a cIue
[Nakarat]
I, I wanna cry but I don ’t make a sound
I am your chiId and your chiId is feeIing down
Everybody ’s toxic in this town
AII God ’s chiIdren fade and die
In the name of Iet ’s get high
Amen, you ’d do it again
I pray to Iord, my souI, my kid
When you ’re coming down I ’II be asIeep
I can ’t pretend
It ’s kiIIing me again
[Nakarat]
CaII me my Lord
I ’m coming down
CaII me my Lord
I ’m coming down
[Nakarat] x 2
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can burn a happy home
It ’s true
I ’ve got words for you