Consequences
When you're famous,
You can do what you want
You are pinioned
In the back of the car
You've lost count of
The number of days
And how many
Times you've heard him say,
There must be consequences
Some form of recompense exchanged
For all your great successes
For every atom of your fame
Now your captor falls silent
Presses the gun against your side
Blue lights flash in the window
As the ether's applied
There must be consequences
Some form of recompense exchanged
For all your great successes
For every atom of your fame
Writer/s: Currey Muse, Jereme Frey, Mike Shepherd, Sarah Shepherd