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
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
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