Wrong - The Black Moods

No, I’m not prepared to find you there, sleeping it off

Home, there’s nothing there, an electric chair

Would be a better send off

Wrong, I’m what’s wrong

No, there’s no one here to take me home

Wrong, I’m whats wrong

And there’s nothing here to get me off

No, there’s nothing left and that’s what you get

When you’ve taken it all

If eye’s crawl through your stare and find you there

Or nothing at all

Wrong, I’m what’s wrong

No, there’s no one here to take me home

Wrong, I’m whats wrong

And there’s nothing here to get me off

Get me off

Take me home

Take me home

Wrong, If I’m wrong, If I’m wrong

If there’s no one to take home

Wrong, If I’m wrong, If I’m so wrong

If there’s no-one to take me home

Take me home

Take me home

Won’t you take me home

Won’t you take me home