[Verse 1]

You believe I was blind

Chillin' in room 101 on the 13th floor

With a black cat that's looking me in the eyes

And I still ain't seeing the signs

I'm selfish, that's why I think of the deepest of lines, but keep 'em inside

I impress the weak, a twisted kid that'll tell his pet dogs to get jobs if they expect to eat

My destiny's to rest in peace, but I'll die on my feet and then remain standing

I'm too tired to sleep

I think my brain's stagnant

I had a freak birth, born backwards

I rose from the grave feet first, with three words "This, way, and up"

Written across my clean t-shirt in thick sprays of blood

Dining with with the enemy

Find me sat alone stoned, at a table for two or in a cave with some glue

And a piece of sandpaper making a tomb

With a Walkman with a warped tape in, that's playing this tune

Mr Wrong

[Outro]

If it's right, then it's wrong

If it's wrong then it's right

So if it's right, then it's wrong

Yes, if it's wrong then it's right

If it's right, then it's wrong

If it's wrong then it's right

So if it's right, then it's wrong

And, if it's wrong then it's right