You throw the mud

It's the mud that sticks

You got enough mud for a wall of bricks

Well I'm sick of you and all your tricks

You're an evil man

You're an evil man

You're an evil man

Draw a line in the sand

Well sticks and stones

May break my bones

But your mud will never hurt me

And if I was asked to put it into words

Well words desert me

Well words desert me

You cannot hurt me

Aaahh

As you prepare

With your gun in the air

To fire off another salvo of abuse

There's a hole in your bucket of hate

You're leaking like a weak excuse

Like a weak excuse

Oh what's the use

Oh what's the use

Oh what's the use

Oh what's the use

Aaahh

Well everybody knows all you want is a war

Yeah everybody knows who you're fighting for

You're aiming your bombs at a distant shore

And your guns at the guy next door

At the guy next door

Aaahh Aaahh

Aaahh Aaahh

Well sticks and stones

May break my bones

But your mud will never hurt me

And if I was asked to put it into words

You cannot hurt me