Too Many Consequences
here's a note to you, little sister
about all you've thrown away,
you've exchanged your soul like a prostitute
but you don't even make johns pay,
because you think they really want to know you,
that all your rich new friends will come to sweep you away,
and ain't it funny how life works out that way....
well, you think you know all about love
though you measure it like salt,
you're indifferent to the world's suffering
'cause you think it's their own fault,
but if you think you can rule the world
well, there will be consequences you have to pay
because it's funny, but life works out that way...
you can talk the talk but nothing's ever said
you can read the letters but you can't say my name
o.... you can't say my name
and I've no time for your pretend sincerity (say my name)
all I see is superficiality
when you roll out of bed every morning
tell me how far do you fall?
when you see yourself in the mirror, girl
do you see anything at all?
all the store-bought airs and fake behaviour
don't count for happiness at the end of the day
and ain't if funny how life works out that way
fools like you can never rule the world
there's too many consequences you have to pay
and ain't it funny how life works out that way!
words and music by andrew hammer, copyright 1995, otones (bmi), all rights reserved.