Young of mind and faint of heart
Content to pick yourself apart
Another knock back from the job you didn't want
A dead bird in your front yard
And it's too far gone
To figure out just what went wrong
And in this sad and sorry sequence of events
You're of little consequence
Constantly at odds
Always at a loss
Abandoned by the gods
Again
And it's too far gone
To figure out just what went wrong
The midnight sky never aligned in your defence
And you're of little consequence
And it's too far gone
To figure out just what went wrong
And in this momentary lapse of all your sense
You're of little consequence
You're of little consequence
