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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] up
My [bad word] so [bad word] 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