Sticks and Stones

I have sticks and you have stones Mine I swing while your's you throw You go high and I go low Both good for breaking of the bones Be careful of the shattered glass From the house where we both live Over what it was I said Over what it was you did I'm not sure we'll ever learn How much our words really hurt You're slinging mud, I'm tossing dirt Not quite sure which one is worse If we look hard I'm sure we'll find That our pants are both on fire As you go low and I go higher Doesn't mean we're not both liars