Tytuł: Bones of contention

• Wykonawca: Walkabouts
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Well the fires are tended
   And my blood it just boils
   (Hey there pass your hat)
   And the fruits of hard labor
   Have been drowned in snake oil
   (Hey there pass your hat)
  
   The dead are thin
   Their houses fat
   Once you steal you can't give back
   From the scaffold greed explodes
   Down to nothing
   Down where nothing brings you down
  
   Well we've all been to heaven
   And we've all been to hell
   (Hey there pass your hat)
   And the door-to-door salesmen there
   Have nothing left to sell
   (Hey there pass your hat)
  
   nAd the poison you choose
   Is the source of my confusion
   And I spend all my time
   Trying to figure what you're using
  
   Well the bones of contention
   Are at the top of your stairs
   (Hey there pass your hat)
   And they'll shake and they'll rattle
   'Til somebody cares
   (Hey there pass your hat)
  
   The dead are thin
   Their houses fat
   Once you steal you can't give back
   From the scaffold greed explodes
   Down to nothing
   Down where nothing brings you down
  
   And the poison you choose
   Is the source of my confusion
   And I spend all my time
   Trying to figure what you're using
  
   Please pass your hat
   Please pass your hat
   Please pass your hat
   Please pass your hat
   Please pass your hat
   Won't you pass your hat