Witness (US-PA) - Soap Box Stance lyrics

Well, it must have gotten cold in hell George got his holy grail Writing his heroic tale like Tennyson had wrote in Braille Tell my friends to hold my mail Gentlemen, unfold your sails Denizens of roach motels never see the next Nobel Wishing wells may fall apart Heard the same for body parts When they've got enough to call a victory the party starts Sorry that we've sawed them off You can stop your bawling Ma' The government apologized with complimentary calling cards Spitting on children I've seen pictures of Ghandi kissing Giving tsunami victims dollars between Armani fittings Watch the old hawks dance around the battle graves They're shocked by my soap box stance like Abu Ghraib In the land of cubicles we wear white and blue collar nooses Where f*ggots a funny word until it's dragged behind a Buick We're there to preach democracy in the name of Jesus Christ And when they want it, we're on it, like white on Condaleeza Rice They'd rather surf the mainstream Skirting current issues And when the vermin tripled Is when they first bit you That particular saturated vernacular isn't half as attractive as the woman That's selling the Acura They drive the point home down town With a catch Yes, a catch, often found with a disclaimer attached In fact, there's twenty two And they dwell in the fine print And share pockets with optomitrists In case your eyes squint Their partnership is hardly platonic I find it ironic that Daddy Warbucks And lady liberty wed But with multi-billion dollar promise rings Joining bodies doesn't even require a night in the same bed I'm going to sell excuses with competitive prices editing lifeless editorials from my life completely Finger pointing only leaves three pointing back Needy consumers are guilty for making it thrice as easy I'm from a culture where vultures peck the skulls of the first soldier Setting foot on foreign enemy ground Progressive ain't real, it's just industry clowns, selling one trick pony rides In hopes to get a pound American Spirits are a pack of cigarettes Energizer battery bunnies are bleeding alkaline The pa**ion of the christ is in my college book store Wheres the Michael Moore films in commercial travel lines? Thanks Mad Max, meet me beyond the thunderdome Tell me how you and jesus just bought a summerhome I'm screen writing a sequel about Judas in hell And you can play the lead role Because you know a savior sells They took the punk rock And the straight edge "X" Said poetry was only dope when it's fronted by Mos Def They'll find tear jerkers geared for the emo heads It's a matter of where they can make the C-note next So who's gonna be the upcoming best thing ever to happen to advertising since the American buck? Who's gonna be the one to boycott toyshops and unnecessary luxuries we cherish and love?