Lyrics Bone to Pick - Rusty Cage

Test, test one
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
Yeah, 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 to 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

(Alright, alright)
Locked down by the PC police
Knocked down trying to get my release
The bloodhounds always hot on the trail
For the next petty issue they can mark for sale
All the first world victimised 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

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 your 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, goddamn, 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 to conflict
Everybody's got to have a bone to pick

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh