Man On Box - Audience

Every day he finds a crowded spot

To assemble his battered old soapbox stand

Smiles as he climbs to the very top

The good Lord’s book in his hand

All day long he stands telling the throng

The price of their terrible ways

Telling them all just where they go wrong

And how they’ll eventually pay

People fly past don’t bother to stop

To listen to the man on top of the box

Beneath their breath they quietly say

We’d better look the other way, yeah

We’d better look the other way

Night draws on and people go home

His eyes light up, his smile is broad

Confident now that he has shown

A few more people the Lord

A few more people the Lord