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Of wimpish amusement, Replaced by a rash Of 'creative' confusement! Soon, my brave zombies, You'll make your return! Broadway will glow! Broadway will burn!
Are silly all the same They'll smile and scrabble slowly by And drive you so insane Sticks and stones will break your bones They seldom let you
you loved it, said you'd keep it, Forever, Stones, One by one, they mark our passage, Along this winding road we're on, With each turn we take
Leave your guns and horse at your Western baby I am gonna die by your suicide eyes Take your sticks and stones 'cause they don't break me Leave
horrible diction And terrible diction Will rot in the garbage I can smell it right now When this shows eviction Takes place shortly after My alternate skill
And wear it around your neck The sky it opens up Don't get swallowed by the flames What's mine is yours And yours is mine so take me away You hear
can't I be on MTV? 'cause I'm trying to help you see Coporate capitalistic pigs, all you ads are fake Keep lying to the sheep out there But I won't take
straight from the streets Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me Gucci finally made it, niggaz player hated When I hit the club I got twenty
Lucy takes the long way home Meets me in a field of stone She says I don't know how I'm supposed to feel My body's cold but guts a twist in steel
Pouring on the pain Sticks and stones may break my bones But their words hurt worse by far That's just the way girls are Hey hey hey! Hey hey hey!
of beads He could not be in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
My heart was made of broken bones My Soul's a bag of stick and stone And out along this dusty road You have come my love to take me home I give
John the Baptizer By the Jordan brook Up comes this brood of vipers Just to take a look John says, "There's a comin' of glory There's
Wind's blowin, no shoes on my feet Crazy life fueled by crazy dreams And all along, you were waiting for me The Captain Let the captain take you home
colic and spleen You'll know it I think if you take a big drink With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen So stick to the cratur' the best
Build myself a summer home in your arms Some people build with wood and brick Some people build with stone and stick I'm gonna build mine kiss by
love you and I don't want you to go, write this down. Take my words, read 'em every day, keep 'em close by, don't you let 'em fade away, So you'll
flutes from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac Or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head Rains
Flowers and flames, flutes from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac Or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her
His gun tool, was a half a hill That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him We gon' we gon' get our money If he front, they
I'll take some aspirin then I'll take myself to bed You'll be gone and you'll be dead All because I never said, Lean on me I won't fall over I'm
Tooth to picks Sides to kicks Chops to sticks Seas to sicks Hard Mr. Bricks Chest to Vicks Corruption to politics Sticks to stones Stones
could not be burning faster I stick my arms into webs, I take my meals with weirdos, And play with my rocket ships. And all the while you, you
Set down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let death be done The pen is as mighty as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be cast In stone
Sometimes you aim the world at me When I'm only standing still Sticks and stones got nothin' on The words you shoot to kill So maybe you're