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?