The Trust Fund Kids - Amen, Pt. 1

And this I believe
To be true

I was born within a grave
With all these people I can't save
O ye of little faith
Reduced to but a wraith

If someone could help me out
If someone could help me out
I'm not believing in it now
And I'm sort of freaking out

I don't know why
I say
Amen
But I guess I say Amen

They want Abraham
But is all we can muster Faust?
And if I was writing my own sitcom
I'd write myself out

And the zealots on Broad couldn't right our wrongs
They hurl epithets while we walk along
Me and you and us and them - we don't belong
But is loving God just telling everybody they're doing things wrong?

I don't know why
I say
Amen
But I guess I say Amen

What is wrong with me?

Now, if they throw my bones into the dirt
Will it actually really hurt?
(Ba, ba)

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

Now, if they throw my ashes to the sea, will it matter much to me?

Written by:
Kevin Connor

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