Don't know what to do I'm feeling so low I work 'til my fingers worn down to the bone, for nothing Some day it'll be something I work the big halls, all over town People come from miles around, for something To me, it feels like nothing Give me something to talk about When you talk about a bone in the soup
Don't know what to do Got bills to pay I some times work 20 hours a day, for nothing Some day it'll be something I sleep by myself, I'm always alone Been trying for years to find my way home to something Something that's better than nothing Something to talk about When you talk about a bone in the soup
Swallowed so many tears Trying to come up My blood runs so damn hard My veins just open up
Don't know what to do I'm feeling so low I work 'til my fingers worn down to the bone, for nothing Some day it'll be something Something to talk about When you talk about a bone in the soup Something to talk about When you talk about a bone in the soup