Exactly.

[fingertrouble]

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
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
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
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right

Wrong



I can remember when this was the future
Where it was gonna be at back then
Why don't we tear the whole bloody lot down
And make a new start all over again

I can recall utopian thinking
Bold mission statements and tightening of belts
Demolition of familiar landmarks
Promises made and deals that were dealt

This used to be the future
Where it was at back then
Let's tear the whole bloody lot down
And start all over again

But that future was exciting
Science fiction made fact
Now all we have to look forward to
Is a sort of suicide pact

Was the dear old future
That created the problems we face
How do we deal with the fall out
Of the age we used to call space?

Comments

[arthole.livejournal.com]

It's grown on me a little, but it still can't hold a candle to the singles from 20 years ago.