Wisdom's Had Its Day
We're hopelessly confused
Wisdom's had its day
No one gets excused
And the world is watching you
What d'you have to say?
What d'you have to do?
Some wounded in love
And then there's some covered in blood
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
We have to stand or fall
All that we believe
It's right before our eyes
But if it rings untrue
Turn your back and leave
You might fall right through
Some lie to make do
And maybe that's your point of view
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
Be still the angel of death
Spreading your wings 'cross the sky
Preening yourself for success
Watching the widows pass by
And every bullet that's shot
To every baby that cries
And all the things we forgot
As we are waving goodbye
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
We're hopelessly confused
Wisdom's had its day
No one gets excused
And the world is watching you
What d'you have to say?
What d'you have to do?
Some wounded in love
And then there's some covered in blood
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
We have to stand or fall
All that we believe
It's right before our eyes
But if it rings untrue
Turn your back and leave
You might fall right through
Some lie to make do
And maybe that's your point of view
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
Be still the angel of death
Spreading your wings 'cross the sky
Preening yourself for success
Watching the widows pass by
And every bullet that's shot
To every baby that cries
And all the things we forgot
As we are waving goodbye
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
Now I'll tell you how I feel
I'm lost, feeling second-hand
Do you treasure what you steal?
Can you tell me where you stand?
We're hopelessly confused
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Clarkin
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