Like sex when you're too young
like youth when you've got none
like home when you're too drunk
like getting every you wanted with a line of bad credit
it's never quite worth what you give up to get it

like style made by slaves

like bribes to throw the race

like women who know their place

like an indian casino or a tank of unleaded

it's never quite worth what you give up to get it



stand back

you love it now but it's too much



like fame for what you're not

like joy that you bought

like please that never hits the spot

like security for liberty, you gotta admit it

it's never quite worth what you give up to get it



stand back

you love it now but it's too much



(Thanks to Derek for these lyrics)