| Song | Bread And Butter |
| Artist | The Waitresses |
| Album | Best Of The Waitresses: 20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |