The Divine Comedy
"Sticks And Stones"

You and I
Go together
Like the mollar
And the drill.
Flesh is weak
But darling, we know
That the ego's
Weaker still.
I've been hung,
Drawn and quartered,
Slowly slaughtered
Like a goat
By the tongue
Of a woman
Who just couldn't
Let it go.
Sticks and stones may break my body
But words can tear me apart.
So be careful what you tell me,
Spare a thought for my heart,
For my heart.
Broken bones
Fuse together,
Bruises never
Last for long,
But once they're said
Words stay spoken
And hearts stay broken
From that moment on.
Sticks and stones may break my body
But words can tear me apart.
So be careful what you tell me,
Spare a thought for my heart,
Spare a thought for my heart.