Lyrics

The Las Vegas airport: I'm a little girl And my mom and dad are with me We're traveling across the country We're from Nevada From the air I see it on the ground Unfolding It's 1997, I'm 27 I have a bad credit report Banks don't trust me Nobody believes me Why would they? You are what you drink You are what you hate You are what you leave behind You were nothing on the days That you threw away with me Is this all about money?