Sticks at least, stones at most If everyone becomes a ghost I'll float out of the room And we'll meet again soon The games we play in the flickering light Fighting different battles on the same side And I know I've got no right To any kind of pride To feel what you feel To see what you see If I could be Something but me My blood has not gone blond Oh-oh It was like that all along Oh Maybe I'm threading the needle on a spinning wheel But I think I've got the right to feel What I feel if it's real Wriggling like an eel Breaking my bones as I sleep I dream of Halloween 1943 Truly obscene My blood has not gone blond Oh, oh It was like that all along Oh, oh, oh My blood has not gone blond Oh, oh, oh It was like that all along Oh-oh Feeling no need to explain myself I need to focus on my health My Vegas residency Must be postponed now The routine lapsed the sight of the point I saw you flip a seven sided coin But who are we To intervene My blond blood floods the streets Oh, oh An unseen person cheats Oh, oh My blond blood floods the streets Oh, oh An unseen person cheats (an unseen person cheats) Oh, oh Who's burning down the building I was born in?