Well that’s a look, my dude
I never heard such screams
We got a bottomless pit and a white-knuckle grip
You brought a trampoline
We play this game for keeps by rules you got to write
And you got enough second chances
And god mode and gambits -- shut up, you’ll be fine
Don’t confuse it with violence or silence or war
When we show your gilded ass the door
You’re gonna land on your feet, that’s for fu*kin’ sure
‘Cuz my glass ceiling is your glass floor
And I just wanted you to have a consequence
A CONSEQUENCE
Just one single goddamn fu*kin’ consequence
A CONSEQUENCE
Your set is over, sir
Prepare to yield your time
It’s not punishment or prosecution (we wish)
Just a goddamn crime
You did everything you said you hated and skated
And we all saw
And you hold for applause
‘Cuz you know you can’t possibly bomb
And I just wanted you to have a consequence
A CONSEQUENCE
Just one single goddamn fu*kin’ consequence
A CONSEQUENCE...