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

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