I should always come first, for everybody loves me so;
If you aren’t here to help me, then I don’t need you….just go.
I want what I want, and I want it right now;
And give it to me for free, why should I pay you anyhow?

God … oh I call on Him when things get too hard or when I get sick;
But I can usually handle it myself, God isn’t always my first pick.
I believe in God, but I’m not a Jesus freak;
Doing my own thing, I constantly search and seek.

The world owes me a living, and I’m here to collect;
And I demand your adoration and all of your respect.
Take a good look around and tell me, what do you really see?
People are not working and pulling together, it’s all about me!

I am the end result of a self-centered, self-indulgent, give me generation;
It can be seen from sea-to-sea, all across the land of this great nation.
I think the world owes me and I am here to lay claim;
It’s not my fault I act like this … you’re the one to blame.

You did it, for you didn’t teach me respect or dedication;
That’s why I am the end result of a give me generation.
Don’t look the other way as if you don’t see, for I learned it all from you;
Because you’re the one who let me get by with anything I wanted to do.

Now you are stuck with this give me generation, how will you handle it?
For God The Holy Father does not like it one little bit.
He said “spare the rod and spoil the child”, but you didn’t take heed;
Now deal with it, for I am the result of what you sowed….I am your seed!   

Amen
Pat Finn finn@mebtel.net