Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bone to Pick, artist - Rusty Cage.
Date of issue: 29.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bone to Pick |
Test, test 1 |
This is a song dedicated to the children |
So, welcome, one and all, to the age of outrage |
You say you got problems, girl |
Well I got 'em too |
You say you got problems, baby |
Well, we all got problems too |
Yea, but you can cry all night now, sugar |
After what you put me through |
(Alright) |
So, cry now, for the life you lack |
Spread your fears when it’s holding you back |
You know you can’t change and you’re feeling the shame |
Well, we all got something that can take the blame |
You were born under a bad sign, lack of privilege |
The upper hand was never something that you lived with |
So raise your fists and stomp your feet |
Fight for the cause, then take a seat |
Why can’t anybody let me be? |
And oh, how I love to cry «Woe is me» |
Because it feels like the world is stabbing in my back |
Everybody’s got to have a bone to pick |
Got my straw man standing ready too conflict |
Everybody’s got to have a bone to pick |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
Don’t you know there’s people out there |
Who don’t got a cent to their name? |
I said, there’s people out there, honey |
Who don’t got a cent to their name |
Yeah, and you’re walking in the streets now |
Looking for someone you can blame |
Locked down by the PC police |
Knocked down trying to get my release |
The blood hounds always hot on the trail |
For the next petty issue they can mark for sale |
All the first world victimized profiteers |
Just collect your tears, then they oil the gears |
'Cause when you’re sad, you’re mad |
When you’re mad, you rage |
And your rage makes you click upon the internet page |
And when you click upon the page, everybody gets paid |
And the sheep all flock to the false charade |
When it dies away, they just do it again |
'Cause where you’re freedoms end, that’s where their feelings begin |
Whenever speaking your mind becomes a crime |
I find it’s better doing the time than living vocally blind |
You know, control of your words is control of your thoughts |
Well god damn, I think I’d rather be shot |
Why can’t anybody let me be? |
And oh, how I love to cry «Woe is me» |
Because it feels like the world is stabbing in my back |
Everybody’s got to have a bone to pick |
Got my straw man standing ready too conflict |
Everybody’s got to have a bone to pick |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |