Bone of Contention

Who's your mother?
 Where did you come from?
 Who's your father?
 Where were you born?
 You're not my brother
 You're not my kin, tou're not my sister
 You're not my fan, you're not my master
 I'm not your slave, evil bastard
 Go back to your grave
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a thorn in my side
 You're the salt in my wound
 You're the splinter in a finger
 You're a knife in my back
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 Filthy sin is in your blood
 Abomination of all that's good
 I saw you walking your two headed dog
 And you pretend to worship God
 Mathematics and politics
 Three sixes and deadly tricks
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a thorn in my side
 You're the salt in my wound
 You're the splinter in a finger
 You're a knife in my back
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention
 You're a bone of contention