Truth And Consequences
Poster child for the Christian single
Dumped on more than a birdhouse shingle
Tired of the same old crowd, she starts to mingle
Where she don't belong
All God's bachelors hanging in a bunch
Wolves in Wool-lite beat 'em to the punch
Score another knockout, barely bought her lunch
What went wrong?
Let's talk about real life
Truth and consequences
And coming to our senses
And lies we'd best unlearn
Let's talk about real love
Truth and propoganda
Are you really gonna stand for
Love that waits it's turn?
"Ok, ok, ok - you've got me figured out.
I'm a sham.
I never actually studied for the priesthood.
I've had lots of destructive relationships, and I know I don't deserve someone like you anyway.
It's just, there's this strange purity about you...almost a radiance.
Maybe it comes from your religious beliefs, I don't know.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, you're unlike any woman I ever met...
Is it getting hot in here?
Can I help you with that jacket?"
I am the voice of the male agenda
Sensitive, strong, or shy, I tend to
Act any way that would possibly send you
Somewhere we can be alone
You're so sure I'm a would-be Christian
Suckered by the 'untamed heart' condition
Love that feminine intuition
Seen that movie, too
Let's talk about real life...
"No, no, I know you've got to go...
No, it's nothing, I've just got this really bad kink in my neck...
You don't suppose you could just massage it a little, could you?"
Recorded by the Newsboys. Lyrics by Steve Taylor