The Waitresses — Bread And Butter

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