Lyrics:

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
He control his destiny
Yet them's too cool for themselves
For themself
For themself

'S 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
He control his destiny
Yet them's too cool for themselves
For themself
For themself
So (too cool)

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
He 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