Old Bone - Wet

The ferns are greedy

They all want something from me

These trees are dirty

Want me to have a baby

Her kids are lonely

They all want something from me

Their eyes are beady

Their stares they pierce right through me

But I don’t have anything left to give

I’m like an old bone

In the back of the fridge

And I could ask for what I want

So you could tell me what you need

But there’s no use trying anymore

Like an old bone

In the back of the fridge

And I’ve got no home

If it’s not with you

Your friends are greedy

They all want something from me

These streets are dirty

Want me to have a baby

Her kids are lonely

They all want something from me

Their eyes are beady

Their stares they pierce right through me

But I don’t have anything left to give

I’m like an old bone

In the back of the fridge

And I could ask for what I want

So you could tell me what you need

But there’s no use crying anymore

I’m just an old bone

In the back of the fridge

And I’ve got no home

If it’s not with you