"Bone To Pick" | Rusty Cage

"Bone To Pick" by Rusty Cage. Track 1 off the album "CROWLEY"
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LYRICS:
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

So cry now for the life you lack,

spread your fears when its holding you back,

you know you can’t change and you’re feeling the pain,

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,

Ah 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,

yea 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,

Ah huh