Soapbox Sunday

Put it in the ground, exactly where it stands No need for this to run on because we're nearly there We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this running I thought there was a reason playing this scene like an arcade Racking up a score up on a glass screen while you're withering your worth away Slipping up on words you used to say with ease now Everybody knows that I know that she knows Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday Find a way back now, find a way back now You got something we could use around Last call for the B list actors Running around with their television tongues And paint by number smiles Yet I've known this is how things go for a while now I just can't see the good in it You and me yeah our time is through Picking up the pieces of old statues Clear heads let some light through Take on a new point of view We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this running I thought there was a reason, I thought there was a way Everybody knows that I know that she knows Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday Find a way back now, find a way back now You got something we could use around Oh, it's old friends drawing battle lines over bad times No one ever wins It's new friends drawing battle lines over things they heard Now its old friends drawing battle lines over bad times No one ever wins It's new friends drawing battle lines over things they heard Oh, it never ends And everybody knows that I know that she knows Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday Find a way back now, find a way back now You got something we could use around