And you grabbed it by the hand
And he pulled and pulled 'till someone pushed 'em and he fell
On the front page of America
And all the bright stars
Came out and shone in his defense
Rehabilitation
What a joke
Is it off to Betty Ford for the handy bloke?
And the bone
Of contention
Has all
Our attention
The bone
Of contention
Was all
Our invention
Gonna burn the playhouse down
Death by his own hands
When the black cat crossed his path and stayed
As close as the tattoo
It never fades
For the Saturday morning man
The laughs have all been canned
The joke's no longer with him
It's about him, at him, on him
And the bone
Of contention
Has all
Our attention
The bone
Of contention
Was all
Our invention
You pull your wire they stack the pyre we light the fire
You pull your wire they stack the pyre we light the fire
You pull your wire they stack the pyre we light the fire
You pull your wire
They stack the pyre
We light the
Fire
And the bone
Of contention
Has all
Our attention
The bone
Of contention
Was all
And the bone
Of contention
Has all
Our attention (I'm gonna burn the playhouse down)
The bone
Of contention (Come gonna burn the playhouse down)
Was all
Our invention
I'm gonna burn the playhouse down
I'm gonna burn the playhouse down, down, down, down
