You've been alone,
skin n bones.
They're throwin' bills
from their thrones;
but few are them to reach you.
And who are them to teach you?
You've been alone,
skin n bones,
with all of them
around you.
The gall of them surrounds you,
while the solemn end has found you.
I've been alone,
skin n bones,
but I've always
had my home.
But who am I to feed you?
Who am I to need you?
Skin n bones,
we're skin n bones.
I guess we'll always
be alone.
You starve in Central Park
while I starve inside my heart.
We're skin n bones.