Testo Don't Be Another

Don't be another wise man
Don't be another wi–, I
Oh

Your mother's bed, your daughter's manger
You will be tied to either frame
You don't abandon either post
You could be shot from either side
Don't be another wise man
Don't be another wi–, I
Oh

So, I find my home, in my own palms when I–
Cover up my eyes and I, I dig for you
But we don't stand for idle hands
So, I straighten out my spine
And I, shoot for something good
And I, promise I won't cry
And I'll, be the ties that bind

Don't be another wise man
Don't be another wi–, I Oh