"Don't hang anything on me if you ever want to see it again"

My eyes play tricks on me
I don't know what year it is
the words start to slur themselves
I stumble and fall
lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies

Street corner prophet
self-righteous and deceived
step down from your soapbox
we are much too concerned with ourselves to hear anything
the Lord told you to say