LAKE AREA SOAPBOX

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LYRICS to song:

Here comes your little rock star, all wrapped up with cause
Got his heart on his sleeve, gonna tell you what for
Words are for profit (of a prophet), he’ll shove them down your throat
While his bank balance soars in the name of Rock n Roll

You’re up on your Soapbox
You got no place to be
Up on your Soapbox
Lettin’ it bleed, bleed, bleed
You’re up on your Soapbox
How does it feel?
Up on your Soapbox

The poor are getting sick, the rich are getting strong
And the left it wants the right, to tell you that it’s wrong
But that wagon keeps a rolling, the band played on
They’ve got everybody singing that same sad song

Up on your Soapbox …

Down on speakers’ corner, they’re trying to get it straight
The ‘Sandwich Man’ he says, it’s in the hands of fate
Back at city hall, the vote is coming in
A people’s voice gone mute, is a Politician’s sin

Our sons and daughters fight and fighting ain’t no fun
Innocence is lost, while wars are being won
But hey, you’re free to make your speech, please don’t get me wrong
But a lot of people died so you could ramble on

Up on your Soapbox …
Suffering your own reality