David Usher (born on April 24, 1966) is a British-born rock singer-songwriter, and renowned humanist, who lived for a number of years in Montreal, but recently moved to the East Village in Manhattan, New York City. Formerly the frontman of the Canadian band Moist, he more recently embarked on a solo career. David Usher was born in Oxford to an ethnic Chinese Buddhist, artist Samphan Usher and a Jewish Montrealer, Dan Usher, who is an economist at Queen's University.[1] He has relocated to Malaysia, New York, California and Thailand since early childhood before his family settled in Kingston, Ontario. He attended high school at Kingston Collegiate and Vocational Institute. Attending university at Simon Fraser University in Burnaby, British Columbia, Usher joined Moist in 1993 and their 1994 debut release, Silver, went quadruple platinum in Canada.
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David Usher

The Future Teaches You To Be Alone
The Present To Be Afraid And Cold
So If I Can Shoot Rabbits
Then I Can Shoot Fascists

Bullets For Your Brain Today
But We'll Forget It All Again
Monuments Put From Pen To Paper
Turns Me Into A Gutless Wonder

And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next

Gravity Keeps My Head Down
Or Is It Maybe Shame
At Being So Young
And Being So Vain

Holes In Your Head Today
But I'm A Pacifist
I've Walked Las Ramblas
But Not With Real Intent

And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next

And On The Street Tonight An Old Man Plays
With Newspaper Cuttings Of His Glory Days

And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
And If You Tolerate Thisthen Your Children Will Be Next

And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
And If You Tolerate This
Then Your Children Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next
Will Be Next

And On The Street Tonight An Old Man Plays
With Newspaper Cuttings Of His Glory Days