Song | License to Kill |
Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
Album | Early 21st Century Blues |
Man thinks ’cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please | |
And if things don’t change soon, he will | |
Oh, man has invented his doom | |
First step was touching the moon | |
Now, there’s a woman on my block | |
She just sit there as the night grows still | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | |
Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life | |
And they set him on a path where he’s bound to get ill | |
Then they bury him with stars | |
Sell his body like they do used cars | |
Now, there’s a woman on my block | |
She just sit there facin’ the hill | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | |
Now, he’s hell-bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused | |
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill | |
All he believes are his eyes | |
And his eyes, they just tell him lies | |
But there’s a woman on my block | |
Sitting there in a cold chill | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | |
Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker | |
Heartbreaker, backbreaker | |
Leave no stone unturned | |
May be an actor in a plot | |
That might be all that you got | |
’Til your error you clearly learn | |
Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool | |
And when he sees his reflection, he’s fulfilled | |
Oh, man is opposed to fair play | |
He wants it all and he wants it his way | |
Now, there’s a woman on my block | |
She just sit there as the night grows still | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? |
Man thinks ' cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please | |
And if things don' t change soon, he will | |
Oh, man has invented his doom | |
First step was touching the moon | |
Now, there' s a woman on my block | |
She just sit there as the night grows still | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | |
Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life | |
And they set him on a path where he' s bound to get ill | |
Then they bury him with stars | |
Sell his body like they do used cars | |
Now, there' s a woman on my block | |
She just sit there facin' the hill | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | |
Now, he' s hellbent for destruction, he' s afraid and confused | |
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill | |
All he believes are his eyes | |
And his eyes, they just tell him lies | |
But there' s a woman on my block | |
Sitting there in a cold chill | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? | |
Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker | |
Heartbreaker, backbreaker | |
Leave no stone unturned | |
May be an actor in a plot | |
That might be all that you got | |
' Til your error you clearly learn | |
Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool | |
And when he sees his reflection, he' s fulfilled | |
Oh, man is opposed to fair play | |
He wants it all and he wants it his way | |
Now, there' s a woman on my block | |
She just sit there as the night grows still | |
She say who gonna take away his license to kill? |