Sticks and Stones – Matthews
Written for the BBC Radio 2 Radio Ballads ‘The Enemy within’


Look at the righteous ones
Bigots and vicious tongues
They start picking up sticks and stones
I know what they think about me
When they don’t know nothing about me
Still, they keep picking up sticks and stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names can never harm me
That’s the biggest lie of all
‘Cause words can stop an army

We don’t want your sort here
This isn’t that kind of neighbourhood
We start picking up sticks and stones
You’d better keep moving
Nobody wants what’s in your blood
Picking up sticks and stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names can never harm me
That’s the biggest lie of all
‘Cause words can stop an army

I whispered a secret,
You turned it into lies
Picking up sticks and stones
I showed you my weakness
But there was no mercy in your eyes
Picking up sticks and stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names can never harm me
That’s the biggest lie of all
‘Cause words can stop an army