Old Bone

G G G G G The ferns are greedy A They all want something from me G These trees are dirty A Want me to have a baby G Her kids are lonely A They all want something from me G Their eyes are beady Bm Am Their stares they pierce right through me Am C But I don't have anything left to give G I'm like an old bone D In the back of the fridge F Bm And I could ask for what I want C D So you could tell me what you need F Bm But there's no use trying anymore G Like an old bone C G In the back of the fridge Em And I've got no home Bm C If it's not with you G Your friends are greedy A They all want something from me G These streets are dirty A Want me to have a baby G Her kids are lonely A They all want something from me G Their eyes are beady A Their stares they pierce right through me Am C But I don't have anything left to give G I'm like an old bone D In the back of the fridge F Bm And I could ask for what I want C D So you could tell me what you need F Bm But there's no use crying anymore G I'm just an old bone C G In the back of the fridge Em And I've got no home Bm C If it's not with you