And you grabbed it by the hand And he pulled and pulled 'till someone pushed and then 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?
(Chorus:) 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 lots have all been cast The joke's no longer with him It's about him, at him, on him
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus whispered in background) (Chorus sung)
I'm gonna burn the playhouse down (the bone... of contention) Come on and burn the playhouse down (has all... our attention) I'm gonna burn the playhouse down (the bone... of contention) I'm gonna burn the playhouse down (the bone... of contention) Down, down, down, down