People can you feel it
There's something in the air
Our brotherhood is dying
We've no more love to spare
It ain't right
But it's alright this time
Just one more time
So come one, come all
To the judgment ball
Lay down your cross
And take up your sticks and stones
Year your sticks and stones
Treat me like you won
Then you bust my bones
With your sticks and stones
Kill the junkyard prophets
The law is in our hands
Hypocrisy has poisoned
The blood of Father's lamb
It ain't right
But it's alright this time
God's a friend of mine
Young or old
We all fit the mold
Everybody take up your sticks and stones
Yeah your sticks and stones
Treat me like you won
Then you bust my bones
With your sticks and stones
Young or old
We all fit the mold
Everybody's welcome
Come one, come all
To the judgement ball
Lay down your cross and take up your sticks and stones.
Call me one of your own then you bust my bone with your stick and stones.
