The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
The Waitresses
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The Waitresses
Tell me, say it again
How things are getting better
I'll pretend I believe it
As long as this boot's on my neck
Now what's being taken away?
What else am I giving up?
(So, how do you like your new house?)
Shut up, not yet, don't interrupt!
Choked on illusion and myth
I believed in pistons
Trusted malls and movies
That’s how the bait and the hook
Plays one against the other
Playing games with my bread and butter, now!
(How do you like you new house?
How do you like your new job?)
You say you never got ‘em?
No kidding, me neither
(So, what do you think of that new car?
What do you think of those new clothes?)
Come on, tell me, no one’s listening
How you thought there’d always be plenty
Of bread and butter
Held back, biting my tongue
With great expectations
I learned your language
Now I know how to curse
Threats that keep me in line
Lie or lose my bread and butter
(So, how do you like your new house?)
Quit it, I'm almost finished!
Can’t drug or dance it away
Can’t get away from it all
Guess what? I’m “it”
As the world winds down
And I slam into limits
Frozen in and frozen out of my
Bread and butter
(How do you like you new house?
How do you like your new job?)
You say you never got ‘em?
No kidding, me neither
(So, what do you think of that new car?
What do you think of those new clothes?)
Come on, tell me, no one’s listening
How you thought there’d always be plenty
Of bread and butter