Baby's born on the bathroom floor The mother prays that it'll never cry And nothing's wrong you got your prom dress on When they ask you say it isn't mine
Oooh, you know they're gonna know you lied
Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down
So keep the way you're feeling out of this And hide it all until the day you die The secret's safe at least you thought it was But you can only keep it for a little while
Oooh, and now you're terrified Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down
Baby's born on the bathroom floor Mother prays that it'll never cry And nothing's wrong you got your prom dress on And when they ask you say it isn't mine
And damn you for thinkin' we would never know And damn you for thinkin' we would never mind Only reason that you'd make it this far You never asked and but you never try
Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Wash my, hands of this You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away You know they're gonna burn it down