The Divine Comedy

You and I

Go together

Like the mollar

And the drill.

Flesh is weak

But darling, we know

That the ego's

Weaker still.

I've been hung,

Drawn and quartered,

Slowly slaughtered

Like a goat

By the tongue

Of a woman

Who just couldn't

Let it go.



Sticks and stones may break my body

But words can tear me apart.

So be careful what you tell me,

Spare a thought for my heart,

For my heart.



Broken bones

Fuse together,

Bruises never

Last for long,

But once they're said

Words stay spoken

And hearts stay broken

From that moment on.



Sticks and stones may break my body

But words can tear me apart.

So be careful what you tell me,

Spare a thought for my heart,