Don't Be Another
Don't be another wise man
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
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
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
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
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Writer(s): Douglas Doya William Beardmore
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