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