Sticks & Stones

You set them on your knee and say listen to me And help spread racism accordingly sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones can break my bones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones can break my bones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones can break my bones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones Sticks and stones can break my bones Wait sticks and Stones can break my fucking bones But words can't hurt me when I'm in my zone And as for your actions I do not condone Why you're trying to give me an early gravestone Like an Ivan Drago punch straight to my cheekbone Or some ricin sorbet in my ice cream cone Or cyber terrorists creeping on my cell phone And a gift bottle full of poisonous cologne Then you throw me in a pit with all the bears from Yellowstone And you turn off all the lights and leave us all alone Well no that would take too long How about twenty fucking thugs sent by Al Capone So that's forty Tommy guns with a bullet cyclone It very obvious that your ego's overgrown And without that fucking trigger you got no backbone Like fire and brimstone you are regularly prone To get really fucking angry just like Fred Flintstone Always yelling at Wilma on the seashell phone Or kicking Dino when he won't leave you alone This testosterone hormone is worse than methadone Causing more destruction than you have ever known You mean like when a crowd throws stones No more like the nukes that are flown by drones Or the never-ending battle with the droids and the clones Or what the mob still plans to do to Joe pistone Hey forget about it The truth is your fate is unbeknown But like Macbeth you kill your way to the throne And now your cover is blown And your intentions are known And every element of your ignorance is shown You bought a gun to protect your wife and son And it killed everyone and now you are all alone For fucks sake Okay history time Let's learn from our past take a history class So sit down on your ass and shut the f*ck up fast It's time to tell a story and this shit is kind of gory A necessity to make violence explanatory The story is the history of man How we got kind of lonely so we formed a clan Find a hot cave woman and try to start a fam And inhabit the best cave that you can And achieve all our dreams throughout our lifespan Just like the American dream plan What a fucking joke Well not for the one percent And if you're cool with me then I'm cool with you And we can all live together and form a new crew And you can watch my back and I'll watch yours too And we'll call ourselves the white agro dudes Then one day another clan came along And we didn't know them so they must be wrong And we screamed and yelled and gave them all hell We had to protect our cave and our food and our well But the other clan wasn't there to fucking fight They just needed a place to crash for the night But we didn't listen and we clenched our fists tight And we threw sticks and stones and chased them out of sight Y'all get out of here because this is our land And never return this is our only demand So they ran away and they never came back And life was pretty good as a matter of fact Rivaling that of a bestseller paperback But guess what happened next dude this shit was whack Another clan came along and worse than the first Because their skin was a dark color and it had to be a curse What the hell did they think they're doing in our universe Yeah they make me uneasy so I have to clench my purse They come in all colors all shapes and size All human beings but not our allies And it is no fucking big surprise The only difference between us is what we see with our eyes And I guess some people just can't handle that They get all worked up and have a panic attack The idea of something different they are taken back If they can't take control then they are going to attack So we fight with other clans when we couldn't agree Instead of solving problems more peacefully And a fight to the death is our guarantee Because were so fucking racist that we can't even see We throw sticks and stones and try to break bones Testosterone hormone has got us in the red zone Time to bring the pain and we are about to go insane Got to think of how to win got to use our brain If we take stone to a stick and then we sharpen it And make a new weapon for us to fight with It's called the Spirit of sin and it will help us win Because when you apply it to skin it will slide right in And as they bleed and scream you start to grin Because you never have to deal with their shit again But eventually they started fighting back And we would advance but they would counter attack A bunch of bloodthirsty maniacs Can you imagine if cavemen had Prozac But we didn't and so the past was written And war became a part of everyday living And you can kill me and I could kill you And our brothers will fight but they'll all die too And then in a few years you know what we should do We should all sign our children up for round two That sounds like a great fucking idea Yes all the little kids that don't know a thing That should be outside just playing on a swing But instead they're inside listening To all the hatred and they're slowly learning You set them on your knee and say listen to me And help spread racism accordingly And for thousands of years that's how the game got played But shit got really crazy when guns were made Because it created this new cowardly spin Where one little movement of your finger and you win And now instant death has been acquired And for some fucking reason that shit is admired Because you can achieve all of your desires Just and another life that's all that is required