Scoop - The Nixons

Sticks and stones don’t hurt

Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones don’t

Eyes closed you miss what’s real

Minds are set on greyer sights

Who killed who bled who died today

Babe stirring life to the world

You see a victim in a well

Deadlines that need someone

sometime something somewhere

In this misery

I see through your lie

Lay down your posion pen

Let me live my life again

Don’t you have one of your own

Lay down your poison

No chance you’ll feel an emotion

Your mightier than any sword

Three dead and three barely breathing

And you’re only half through the mourning

Show your ignorance

In this evening’s Times

Lay down your posion pen

Let me live my life again

Don’t you have one of your own

Lay down your poison pen

Let me live my life again

Don’t you have one of your own

Show your ignorance

In this morning’s Times

Lay down your poison pen

Let me live my life again

Don’t you have one of your own

Lay down your poison pen

Let me live my life again

Don’t you have one of your own

Sticks

Sticks and stones don’t hurt

Words can