Getting Away With It

Now my friends don't want to buy me food

They'll only buy me drugs

Now my boyfriend don't want my food

He only wants his drug

I said, let you're white powder

Get you face down in the mud

No no no

Now, my car won't run on gas

It only runs on blood

Yeah hon' we go pay it out our ass

Because they tell us we should

Yeah then I go pay it out my ass

Because he told me I could

Now I can't deliver

Way that they was hoping I would

Well they sold me down the river

All because they're up to no good

Yeah cause I went whistle blowin'

Just like Daddy told me I should

And now everywhere he goes

He knows it gets him far

Every time he's riding in the bright new car

Every time he's flying on the old jet plane

Every time it's clouded and it starts to rain

I been minding my own business

Now they call me

Some kind of snob

Just been minding my own business

Busy at my toxic job

It's when they try to put their foot

In someone else's mouth instead

That's when there's no need to wonder

What goes on inside their head

And now everywhere they go

They're going all the way

Every time they're asking you

What they should say

Every time they're waking

For their great big day

Every time they go and throw it all away

They throw it all away

In a day