The Robbie Gennet Band - Wrong

The monkey face took tea with a yellow lemon
And watched the window down the hall
And all my friends here now are roaches
But they don't talk to me at all
And too many times I've been alone

And so I wrote the ode to being lonely
And so I held my breath for far too long
And so I never found someone who can show me
I can be wrong

The silver pig grew bigger than a roman candle
And burned the curtains down the hall
And all my friends here now are vultures
But they won't want me 'til I fall
And too many times, I've stumbled

And so I wrote the ode to being lonely
And so I held my breath for far too long
And so I never found someone who can show me
I can be wrong

And whatever happened to taking it slow?
In the middle of a lame reaction
Staying up 'til the midnight show
Or standing by the telephone
For a midnight call to anyone but me
And it set me free

The junkieman took a needle in a yellow temple
And dropped his body down the hall
And all my friends here now are strangers
And they don't answer when I call
And too many times they pass me by

And so I wrote the ode to being lonely
And so I held my breath for far too long
And so I never found someone who can show me
I can be wrong

Written by:
Robbie Gennet

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