Bone to Pick - Rusty Cage

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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