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