Cool Hand Luke
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