Wicked Little Witness

Can they keep this
Can they keep this story up I just don’t know
'cause I hear whispers
Whispers coming out behind the pews
And mama’s turning pages
She’s trying to sing in tune
And daddy’s at the podium saying truth
With a bunch of wicked little witnesses
Carving circles into stone
They’re spelling out the words with their own hands
Asking of each other quaint demands
Can they keep this
Can they keep this fury up I just don’t know
Cause I hear questions
Like what the hell do you have us fighting for
'cause we’re marching round in circles
Seeing what we’ve done
And realizing that no one here has won
We’re a bunch of wicked little witnesses
Armed with guns of consumption
Making mindless contributions to our end
To our end
We’re wicked little witnesses
Wicked
Wicked
We’re wicked little witnesses
Wicked
Wicked
We’re wicked little witnesses
And we’re all taking different sides
Making us wicked little witnesses
To our own lies