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
    Oooh, 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
    Oooh, 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 make 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 out
  Why the hell don't you throw yourself away
  You know they're gonna burn it down