Lyrics Sticks and Stones - Ye Banished Privateers
I
used
to
be
a
beggar
man,
living
on
the
streets,
Beggin′
all
the
better
men,
to
help
me
get
a
meal.
But
here's
the
thing
with
better
men,
they′re
best
at
being
mean.
So
I
got
fed
with
sticks
and
stones,
that
broke
my
bones.
So
I
became
a
wicker
man,
to
learn
an
honest
trade,
Asking
all
the
better
men
to
buy
what
I
had
made.
But
here's
the
thing
with
better
men,
they're
good
at
being
cheap
So
I
got
payed
in
kicks
and
spits,
And
sticks
and
stones
that
broke
my
bones.
Sick
of
the
receiving
end,
I
donned
the
headsman′s
hood,
Rum
drunk
and
with
sword
in
hand,
some
justice
serve
I
would.
But
here′s
the
thing
with
better
men
they
never
lie
quite
still,
So
I
got
served
with
rotten
eggs,
And
kicks
and
spits,
And
sticks
and
stones,
that
broke
my
bones.
Then
I
become
a
mariner,
in
the
navy
I
enrolled
I
learned
from
ranking
better
men,
to
do
as
I'd
been
told.
But
here′s
the
thing
with
better
men,
it's
hard
to
make
them
pleased,
So
all
I
got
was
chains
and
rope
And
rotten
eggs,
And
kicks
and
spits,
And
sticks
and
stones,
that
broke
my
bones.
I
begged,
I
worked,
I
fought
so
hard
To
keep
my
consience
clean
But
there
is
always
better
men
Who
will
treat
you
mean
However
hard
you
try
my
friend
Youll
always
fall
out
short
And
all
you
get
is
broken
hopes,
And
chains
and
ropes
And
rotten
eggs
And
kicks
and
spits,
And
sticks
and
stones,
that
brake
your
bones!
So
now
I
am
a
buccaneer
that
sail
the
seven
seas,
Preying
on
them
better
men
for
riches
I
can
seize.
And
if
they
think
they′re
better
still,
I
bring
them
to
their
knees,
Then
I
give
them
a
taste
of
the
old
keel
and
plank,
And
chains
and
rope
And
rotten
eggs,
And
kicks
and
spits,
And
sticks
and
stones,
that
brake
their
bones!
Then
I
give
them
a
taste
of
the
old
keel
and
plank,
And
chains
and
rope
And
rotten
eggs,
And
kicks
and
spits,
And
sticks
and
stones,
that
brake
their
bones!
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