Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true,
and when your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,

and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

aus: Tom Waits - "On the nickel"