Like sex when you’re too young   like youth when you’ve got none   like home when you’re too drunk   (like) getting everything you wanted with a line of bad credit   it was never quite worth what you gave 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 was never quite worth what you gave 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 pleasure that never hits the spot   like security for liberty, you gotta admit it   it was never quite worth what you gave up to get it      stand back   you love it now but it’s too much