Bruce Cockburn - Wise Users Lyrics
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Wise Users
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What Are The Lyrics For Wise Users By Bruce Cockburn?
Hear me you business blackmailers
When I see what you've done to the wild I feel like a man standing over The corpse of his murdered child Use it wisely Use it wisely, go on Reap your harvest, Wise Users 'Til everything is gone Haul the last fish from the ocean Poison the beds where they spawn Drag the last tiger to market So some prick can stand tall in Taiwan Use it wisely Use it wisely, go on Reap your harvest, Wise Users 'Til everything is gone And if you lay drunk in your wasteland I'd take your wallet and spit right in your eye No point in explaining this action You'll never get it 'til the day that you die Use it wisely Use it wisely, go on Reap your harvest, Wise Users 'Til everything is gone If I gave you a gun with one bullet For the honor left so far behind Would you think what you've willed to your offspring For nothing unto nothing consigned Use it wisely Use it wisely, go on Reap your harvest, Wise Users 'Til everything is gone And yes, I believe there is beauty And yes, I believe in truth And in the seemingly infinite hunger Of humans for destroying them both Use it wisely Use it wisely, go on Reap your harvest, Wise Users 'Til everything is gone |
Who Wrote Wise Users By Bruce Cockburn?
Bruce Cockburn
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What's The Duration Of The Wise Users By Bruce Cockburn?The duration of Wise Users is 7:23 minutes and seconds. |
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