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