Wrecked

God saves the children but does nothing for you

He farms the corn and beef and fruit for them too

But that'll leave you nothing God don't give nothing to fools

So, don't give Him nothing He don't need nothing from you

Pick up your pen and you try to write

Open your mouth and you start a fight

Hurrying up when you need to slow down

Moving with haste when there's nowhere to go

Explaining subjects you don't even know

Ain't it enough to make you slow down