You've already made Too many mistakes To ever amount To anything great You're not allowed To dream out loud You're far too young To even count You're much to poor Without any doubt And you haven't done Nearly enough To deserve any grace Or anyone's love God, speak true To the lies we've believed Instead of you You're in the wrong city For that line of work And you'll never make it Unless you're a jerk Live for yourself And store up more wealth We've traded in dreams And youthful ideals For less noble things Of paying the bills And trying our best To look like the rest While hiding our fears By the way we all dress God, speak true To the paychecks We have trusted Instead of you