Coated in Mud

You throw the mud
It's the mud that sticks
You got enough mud for a wall of bricks
Well I'm sick of you and all your tricks
You're an evil man
You're an evil man
You're an evil man
Draw a line in the sand

Well sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your mud will never hurt me
And if I was asked to put it into words
Well words desert me
Well words desert me
You cannot hurt me

Aaahh

As you prepare
With your gun in the air
To fire off another salvo of abuse
There's a hole in your bucket of hate
You're leaking like a weak excuse
Like a weak excuse
Oh what's the use
Oh what's the use
Oh what's the use
Oh what's the use

Aaahh

Well everybody knows all you want is a war
Yeah everybody knows who you're fighting for
You're aiming your bombs at a distant shore
And your guns at the guy next door
At the guy next door

Aaahh
Aaahh

Aaahh
Aaahh

Well sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your mud will never hurt me
And if I was asked to put it into words
You cannot hurt me



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Thomas
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