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"   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   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 made it this far   You never asked and but you never try      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   Why the hell don't you throw yourself away?   You know they're gonna burn it down