The Walkabouts - Bones Of Contention lyrics

Well the fires are tended And my blood it just boils (hey there pa** your hat) And the fruits of hard labor Have been drowned in snake oil (hey there pa** 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 pa** your hat) And the door-to-door salesmen there Have nothing left to sell (hey there pa** your hat) And 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 pa** your hat) And they'll shake and they'll rattle 'til somebody cares (hey there pa** 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 pa** your hat x5 Won't you pa** your hat