sticks and stones (radio edit)

You know that you want it

The rebelling yonic

The idiot tonic

The half priced tunes

That a woman could vomit

But the comet you wanted?

You had no idea

She’d be sicker than you

She says your polycule’s toxic

Irregular socket

And you’re shorting out with

Common complaints

But your jugular got hit

From Dollywood drop kicks

So your polycule’s toxic

And it’s feeling great

It's anti, anti, anti

Anti history

Anti, anti, anti

Anti history

A trembling goblet

Of fiery fraught fits

She’s walkin’ round town

With chalkboard nails

And he’s hawkin’ a storm

Big bad Björn

Lickin’ lyrical lips like

A Saint had failed

And then they met in the bathtub

Right under the laugh hub

Rub a dub dub

It’s a wonderful time

Singing sticks and stones

May break my bones but

Words will never

Commit crimes

It's anti, anti, anti

Anti history

Anti, anti, anti

Anti history

Anti, anti, anti

Anti history

Anti, anti, anti

(Anti history)

And I’m so tired

I need my goofballs Telecasted

An alphabet soup stock down the drain

And a bubble brain blasted

Nothing’s funny anymore

Nothing’s funny

I wanna laugh at all the things

I don’t care about

Cause I can’t crushed coffee anymore

They canceled all caffeine

So now it’s last hired first fired

Fucking yippee

And I’m stitching down my sides

Cause nothing’s funny

Nothing’s funny

Nothing’s fun