Sticks & Stones - Parker Millsap, Michael Rose

Men were made to talk, babies born to cry

Tears’ll make 'em taller, fear of God gets in their eyes

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words will cut me down to size

Well I used to stand much taller, but I’ve learned to know my place

Used to scream and holler, now I quietly say grace

With a smilin' face

This old house acts mighty tired

Groans when I get up and it sighs when I retire

Sticks and stones may crack windows

But words will start a fire

So long, see ya ceiling;

catch you later, kitchen floor

C’est la vie, old TV that I watched when I was bored

Back screen door

This plot of land may look alone

Once there stood a body, all that’s left is skin and bone

Sticks and stones may shelter some

But words will make it home