Fly sits in the drink
Sipping drips of water down from the sink
And it knows there's just a few days left of its life
That's what it chooses to do
But how about you?

There comes a time when you need to learn to decide
Someday maybe I'll show you how to decide

But where's your working-class skeleton, your working-class skeleton?
Where's your working-class skeleton now?
Crawling from its coffin, is it in the basement room?
In your tomb, where's your skeleton now?

Kid sits on the hill
Sipping drips of water down from the sill
And she knows there's no more time for complaining
But she's got no other choice
And her throat swallows her voice

There comes a time when you need to learn to decide
Someday maybe I'll show you how to decide

But where's your working-class skeleton, your working-class skeleton?
Where's your working-class skeleton now?
Crawling from its coffin, is it in the basement room?
In your tomb, where's your skeleton now?

And you know your bones are somewhere inside
(know your bones are somewhere inside)
You know your bones fell out when you died
And you know your bones are somewhere outside
(know your bones are somewhere outside)
And your bones put themselves on the line
And you know your bones are somewhere inside
(know your bones are somewhere inside)
You know your bones fell out when you died
And you know your bones are somewhere outside
(know your bones are somewhere outside)
And your bones put themselves on the line
And you know your bones are somewhere inside
(know your bones are somewhere inside)
You know your bones fell out when you died
And you know your bones are somewhere outside
(know your bones are somewhere outside)
And your bones put themselves on the line
And you know your bones are somewhere inside
(know your bones are somewhere inside)
You know your bones fell out when you died
And you know your bones are somewhere