Here I am, hardly breathing in at all
  I cough when I can and that's about all
  I am this man and though I turn the tape
  To a happier song, my face can't find a smile
  because it's been looking too long
  
  You arrive like a locust swarm
  You devastated me and now when you leave the room
  My heart, head, hands and all forms
  go from red hot blood to bone dry and lukewarm
  You're the sticks and stones, girl
  You're the fire and flames
  I might be half-dead and half-born girl
  but whales start singing when I hear your name.
  
  I'm heaped with hate like acid rain, nothing can
  restrain the loathing and disgust I have and
  there is no one I distrust more than the happy
  whores who buy and trade, crawling on all fours
  backwards into holes and fires that wealth and
  self-congratulations made
  
  You're the sticks and stones, girl
  You're the fire and flames
  you're the punishment, the pleasure
  the employment and the leisure
  You're the sweet conversation and the cutting names
  
  Heart, head, hands and all forms
  went from red hot blood to bone dry and lukewarn
  Whales stopped singing and the ships were bringing in
  Toadstools and moss instead of sugarbeet and corn
  And all the girls in the world were distorted and deformed
  when the first leech was let loose
  and my jealousy was born.
  
  You're the sticks and stones girl
  You're the fire and flames