Sticks and stones
Can’t break my bones
But poison words can hurt me

And if this town
Kicks me around
Well then, they don’t deserve me

Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones in the middle of the night
Bone-eater bone-eater
Whatcha gonna eat in a potato blight

Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones in the middle of the night
Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones gives your neighbors quite a fright

I met a bone-eater, he lived out in the woods
His name was Bondajoli and ten foot high he stood
He said to me, now do not fear for your life
This name's been causing me an awful lot of strife

Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones in the middle of the night
Bone-eater bone-eater
You gotta eat bones to grow to my height

You sack of hypocrites, you all eat bones, too
I see you boilin’ all them bones to make yer stew
But yet you say to me that I am the outcaast
Ya came to that conclusion aw-fully faast

Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones in the middle of the night
Bone-eater bone-eater
Crunchy snack before your next fight

Since when is eating bones considered a crime
Ya vilified me inside your yokel minds
Put down your pitchforks, quit gatherin’ ‘round the steeple
I’ll say it clearly now: I DO NOT EAT PEOPLE

Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones in the middle of the night
Bone-eater bone-eater
Steamed bones: a culinary delight

Bone-eater bone-eater
Eating bones in the middle of the night
Bone-eater bone-eater
If eating bones is wrong, I don’t wanna be right

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What’s in a name
They can’t confine you
Be your own person, sing it proud

Libel and slights
Don’t let them abuse you
Stand up for yourself, stand out of the crowd

What’s in a name
They can’t define you
Don’t let other people bring you down

Labels and slurs
Don’t let them malign you
You’re not an outsider, THIS IS YOUR TOWN