Bread and Butter - The Waitresses

Tell me, say it again

How things are getting better

I’ll pretend to believe it

As long as this foot’s on my neck

Now what’s being taken away?

What else am I giving up?

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

How do you like you new house?

How do you like your new car?

You say you never got ‘em?

No kidding… me neither

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

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