Wiseman Songtext
von Slightly Stoopid

For the man who feel him a fool
For he be the wise man
Not for the man who don′t feel him a fool
Control his destiny
Yet them's too cool for themselves
For themself
For themself

′So all I need
Is something to keep me moving on
In a world
Full of violent rage
And everybody seems so strange to me


For the man who feel him a fool
For he be the wise man
Not for the man who don't feel him a fool
Control his destiny
Yet them's too cool for themselves
For themself
For themself
So

The weapon of destruction
Swallows people′s suffering they don′t need
In all the confusion
You ain't winning if you′re losing
They don't need

For the man who feel him a fool
For he be the wise man
Not for the man who don′t feel him a fool
Control his destiny
Yet them's too cool for themselves
For themself
For themself
So

Even if my heart was gold, yeah
Not even if my soul had wings and I were fly, yeah
Never stoppin′ no people
You'll never stop em from crying, no, no
Never stop 'em from killing
You′ll never stop ′em from trying, no, no


For the man who feel him a fool
For he be the wise man
Not for the man who don't feel him a fool
Control his destiny
Yet them′s too cool for themselves
For themself
For themself
So