LYRICS

The Wring

Sticks & Stones

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Sticks and stones will break my bones

All that came before me, my lens coloured red
Benevolent hegemony, I’d rather be dead
So much rather be dead

Paint me a monster, washes off in the sea
Cry me a river, it won’t set you free
You’ll never be free

Sticks and stones will break my bones

Stand beneath Michael, arms raised in the air
You’ll wait an eternity for someone to care

Don’t believe what you hear, don’t believe what you read
The letter kills more than the lance
Passive aggressive choreographed dance

Stand beneath Michael, arms raised in the air
You’ll wait an eternity for someone to care

Sticks and stones will break my bones

Sanction me, spit on me, agree with me
It’s all the same to me