You talk so much that you must think Your tongue spools out from your brain But those around you demand your wisdom To combat the lowly inane And oh how you make me hate the freedom of speech Because you use it like your throat sprung a leak And actions do speak certainly But since you won't pay attention shut your mouth and listen to me I've got to get myself to forget myself The soapbox you stand on has got a few cracks The horse that you ride is quite high Perhaps you're as wise as your words may suggest Or perhaps you wear a disguise For all the wrong that you call to attention Some seems to have been misplaced And since you speak so honestly Why don't you point your finger right back in your own face? Lord i hate the sin so much And i love the sinner, i certainly do But how will they know how to purge the evil If i don't tell them what to do?