Sticks & Stones Video (MV)

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking trigger you got no backbone
Like fire and brimstone you are regularly prone
To get really f*cking 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 f*cks 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking reason that shit is admired
Because you can achieve all of your desires
Just and another life that's all that is required