Sticks and Stones sticks and stones may break my heart picked from ruins of camelot good soldier marching off to war our critics back against the wall stack those stones for those in need like building walls for new orleans instead of roads that lead us home we keep on casting sticks and stones be sorry now or maybe later for things we know could be much greater to wield the rod and spare the child we'd push everyone a thousand miles take the stick and make a torch light the way we never lost tell our lives in song and poem and give up casting sticks and stones save us from the ocean breeze you hear the juried masses plead with the stick placed cross our back you feed us with a single match toss away the poisoned seed give hope for all and prisons freed we cannot do it all alone let's build again with sticks and stone sticks and stones may break my heart picked from ruins of camelot good soldier marching off to war our critics back against the wall stack those stones for those in need like building walls for new orleans instead of roads that lead us home we keep on casting sticks and stones -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- © 1985-2005 glenn stanton - all rights reserved. words + music: glenn stanton artist: glenn stanton (info@runnel.com) http://www.soundclick.com/fossile -------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------
