Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones, never hurt them bones Names, cut him to the kwik They hurt so deep, for to make him weep More than any club, or stick See the sun won't shine and it won't be fine And it won't all fade away And it don't seem right, that he has to fight A world that calls him gay So he'll hang his head and he'll live his life While his soul is torn in two Spend his teenage years, with his straight-laced peers And a heart, so black and blue The taunting in the classroom The whispers 'round the bend The vision of a cold tomb Oh! will it ever end My love it's not so different My dreams are pure and true Why do you stand in judgement Of a heart, so black and blue