Letra da Música: Sticks And Stones - Elliott Smith

Wiped out in the city slick
Another sick rock and roller acting like a dick
Needin' cash
Burnin' through the trash
That piles up in this place
And fills up behind my empty face
Full of things that I'm not to do

You come over with all of your friends
And all their opinions I don't want to know
And I'm lookin' over my shoulder
Bookin' away with nowhere to go

I'm running down to the corner lot
It's 45 past 2 I almost forgot to show
I got a date to make with Mr. So-and-So
After which
I won't care when you all start to bitch
And moan about being alone
You come over with all of your friends
And all their opinions I don't want to know
And I'm lookin' over my shoulder
Bookin' away with nowhere to go

Can't you just leave me alone?
You've already thrown all the sticks and stones you had to send my way
Well can't you just leave it at that?
And spare us both the bother
'Cause I just bounced back anyway
I got nothin' that I want to do
More than make another sonnet fuck you to play
Whenever you make my life cliche
So to fit in some little box with all the labelled shit
You would say to keep confusion away

You come over with all of your friends
And all their opinions I don't want to know
And I'm lookin' over my shoulder
Bookin' away with nowhere to go
You come over with all of your friends
And all their opinions I don't want to know
And I'm lookin' over my shoulder
Bookin' away...