I was happy on the day I met you.
Then I jumped through the hoops
that I'm still jumping through.
You're written in the lines on my face.
Don't the lines on my hands testify my fate?
I was friendly in a roundabout way,
Wasn't wise to your lies or the games you could play.
I'm sorry that I came unprepared, but then
Sorry, of course, is a death defying word
The sticks and the stones have shattered my bones.
Names have merely disembowelled me.
But I won't be a slave from the crib to the grave.
I'm on my knees the Lord to praise.
In heart, in mind and in soul I'm bluer than you.
Bluer than you.
It's not easy when you've fallen from grace,
When your heart is exposed and explodes in your face.
And every time I open my eyes
I see wise men and fools portending my demise.
I was happy til the day I met you,
Had a song in my heart and an aim to be true.
Now I've got a thought to appease.
There's no rest for my mind, no cure for my disease.
It's the sticks and the stones that shatter your bones.
Names can only disembowell you.
But I won't be a slave from the crib to the grave.
I'm on my knees the Lord to praise.
In heart, in mind and in soul I'm bluer than you.
Bluer than you.
It's the sticks and the stones that shatter your bones.
Names will only disembowell you.
But I won't be a slave from the crib to the grave.
I'm on my knees the Lord to praise.
In heart, in mind and in soul I'm bluer than you.
Bluer than you. I'm bluer than you.
aaaahhhhh Go'ead, lad!!!
Words and music copyright Graham Trust
