The Waitresses Follow

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