Don't Be Another

Don't be another wise man

Don't be another wise, 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 wise, 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 wise, oh