I've got a bone to pick today
I've got a bone to pick today
I grab and I grab, and I bleed and I pay
I have to make money just to give it away
I've got a choice to make today
I've got a choice to make today
You lie and you lie just to sell me things
Should I smile and reply or let the telephone ring
And what makes a man give his money
To the people that skin him alive
And what makes a man give his money
To people who won't be there when he dies
Oh I, you know I didn't want it
Thought it would be a catastrophe
Oh I, you know I didn't want it
Thought it would be a catastrophe
I don't want to, sell you my heart
I don't want to but it's getting hard it's getting hard
I don't want to, sell you my heart
I don't want to but it's getting hard it's getting hard