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Album:
Sounds of the Universe (2009)
Wrong
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
I was born with the wrong sign,
in the wrong house,
with the wrong ascendancy.
I took the wrong road
that led to the wrong tendencies.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,
for the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme,
on the wrong day of the wrong week.
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique.
Wrong.
Wrong.
There’s something wrong with me chemically,
something wrong with me inherently.
The wrong mix in the wrong genes.
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means.
It was the wrong plan
in the wrong hands,
the wrong theory for the wrong man,
the wrong eyes on the wrong prize,
the wrong questions with the wrong replies.
Wrong.
Wrong.
I was marching to the wrong drum,
with the wrong scum,
pissing out the wrong energy,
using all the wrong lines
and the wrong signs
with the wrong intensity.
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book,
with the wrong rendition of the wrong hook,
with the wrong moon, every wrong night,
with the wrong tune playing till it sounded right, yeah.
Wrong.
Wrong. (Too long.)
Wrong. (Too long.)
Wrong. (Too long.)
Wrong. (Too long.)
Wrong. (Too long.)
I was born with the wrong sign,
in the wrong house,
with the wrong ascendancy.
I took the wrong road
that led to the wrong tendencies.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,
for the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme,
on the wrong day of the wrong week.
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique.
Wrong.
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submitted on 30 Sep 2010 - 13:12
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