Whalens

We’ve got a bone to pick, bone to pick; we’re broken by it

Got a bone to pick, bone to pick; so let’s keep gnawing on

You think I’m over it, over it; you stuck me to it

You think I’m over it, over it; frozen to the wrong

My my my my

Frozen to the wrong

My my my my

You’ve got nowhere to go

My my my my

Got nowhere to go

My my oh my

Oh

I say it to your face, to your face; you keep turning

Say it to your face, to your face; shame it suits you well

You’ve got a bed to make, bed to make; rest your head on

Got a bed to make, bed to make; your disgrace is long

My my my my

Your disgrace is long

My my my my

You’ve got nowhere to go

My my my my

Got nowhere to go

My my oh my

Oh

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, wipe that grin right off your face

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, wipe that grin right off your face

You’ve got nowhere to go

My my my my

Got nowhere to go

My my my my

You’ve got nowhere to go

My my my my

You’ve got nowhere to go

My my oh my

You’ve got nowhere to go

Oh my

You’ve got nowhere to go

Oh my