Not feeling so confident today, there’s an ultimatum and it’s coming my way
Feeling like just David might have felt, if he had to face Goliath with no slingshot in his belt
And you might say I’m foolish not to run, holding a Swiss Army Knife while facing a machine gun
I might live to fight another day, but could I live with myself if I turn and walk away
Only sticks and stones, only sticks and stones, only sticks and stones... In my arsenal
Pick my battered face up off the floor, the referee is counting eight and I can’t take much more
The Champ is waiting in the ring, I haven’t hit him once although I’ve thrown everything
And you may say that I don’t have a hope, against a super-heavyweight, my back against the ropes
Sure I’m gonna lose the final bout, but I swear I’ll hit him once before he knocks me out
Load up your guns, take the safety off the clips, centre your scope on my skull and let rip
Too bad I’m still here, cos you missed with your shooter, cos your marksmanship’s worse than an Imperial Stormtrooper
Of course I don’t help myself with the value of my life, walking into a gun fight with a Swiss Army Knife
They say, count your blessings when you’re going to heaven, Mac 11, M16 and an AK47
Lining up in the Crimean, with my man Lord Cardigan, I joined the Light Brigade to parade in the face of Russian guns again
And it’s not if you win, it’s how you fight on the day, at least that’s what you say to yourself as you run away
From the fields of battle where you hear machine guns rattle, lead you into the slaughter-house just like a herd of cattle
There’s no shame to run, from the battle of Verdun, find a foxhole to hide in until the war has been won
But sooner or later you’re gonna have to come out and stand up and fight, they might take your life, but they won’t take your rights
So tonight I’m gonna pick up some sticks and some stones, they might only raise bruises but my words could break bones
So tonight I’m gonna pick up some sticks and some stones, they might only raise bruises but my words could break bones
So tonight I’m gonna pick up some stones and some sticks, look you right in the eye, do you feel lucky you prick?
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