Oh these bones of contention!
What on earth can I do!
Cos the days are hard, the nights are worse,
It's really hard to see them through!!
But I am a Scouser and tough!
And aint that a very good job too!
Cos if I wasn't, I'd have to say…
I don't think I'd be able to see it through!
But of course I do, I see it through!
And I deal with it every day,
After all, what else can I do?
Except make everything ok!
These bones of contention of mine!
Are breaking off all over!
And yes, I have to admit it,
My life aint no bed of clover!!!
Cos they snap off here, break off there!
They crumble all over the place!
Yes, I have to say it…I do!
I aint even got no grace!
You see; I walk funny, and lean over,
Cos the spine is a pain in the bum!
So I have to have a wheelchair!
But you should see it run!!!
But me bones are bones of contention!
They drive me up the pole! They do!
Snapping here, and breaking there…
I bet that you'd be in pain too!
But since I got up yesterday morning,
I told myself; ‘Catherine, this is it!'
‘Accept your life, lose the strife!!'
‘And get your life out of the snake pit!'
Cos my life is only in the mire;
If I myself allow it to be so!
And I wont, cos there aint no way…
I am going to let this life go!
A life is a life, and this life is mine!
And no matter what fate befalls me!
I love this life that I have here!
I will always fight the fight you see!!
Cos if I don't fight for my life!
Why should anyone else fight for me!
Aint no reason I can see!