Lyrics Bone of Contention - Lucinda Williams

Bone of Contention

Who’s your mother?
Where did you come from?
Who’s your father?
Where were you born?
You’re not my brother
You’re not my kin, you’re not my sister
You’re not my fan, you’re not my master
I’m not your slave, evil bastard
Go back to your grave
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a thorn in my side
You’re the salt in my wound
You’re the splinter in a finger
You’re a knife in my back
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
Filthy sin is in your blood
Abomination of all that’s good
I saw you walking your two headed dog
And you pretend to worship God
Mathematics and politics
Three sixes and deadly tricks
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a thorn in my side
You’re the salt in my wound
You’re the splinter in a finger
You’re a knife in my back
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention
You’re a bone of contention