Wrong Treats - Swervedriver

Well I was born on on a close street

Opened arms to the wrong treats

Left alone in the sweet store

High times laying low on the floor

Now my tomorrow is gone

The future’s for you

Nothing comes free

You said it before

Open the door

And step into the wrong time

Yeah summertime

Back in the summertime

Back in the wrong time

Back in the wrong time again

I was born on a close street

Down the wrong streets

Up the back streets

By the sea

Curfew has come down

All over the town

They’re closing in on you

Alcoholing on soul street

Wrong treats

Sit down

Sit down