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