You think you have a bone to pick with God.
Don't like the way he runs the world. The lion
should lie down with the lamb. You think it odd
that evil thrives, a scandal, babies are crying.
You think you have a bone to pick with God.
How many worlds have you put together?
What kind of splintered barnyard is your own life?
Wait until pieces mend and chickens gather
before you nag like some annoying wife.
You think you have a bone to pick with God.