Ducking Punches, Sophie Porter, Frank Turner - Greedy Bones lyrics

Insects devour all my flesh
I hope they choke on loneliness
Just like the night when i choked
On my words

I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things
And our greedy little bones are rattling
In silence in cold rooms
We're just shaking with our broken hands
I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things

All of these men were children once
Living on filthy cardboard streets
The rain would wash their blood away
To obscurity

I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things
And our greedy little bones are rattling
In silence in cold rooms
We're just shaking with our broken hands
I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things

You tied me to a tree and
You set fire to my shoes
You read me my last rights and asked
What I would like to do
To drown and burn and live and learn
To try to run and make it fun for you
For you for you

I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things
And our greedy little bones are rattling
In silence in cold rooms
We're just shaking with our broken hands
I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things

I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things
I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things
I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things
I guess we're always reaching
Out for better things