Something's Wrong
I came here feelin' blue
In an old hat and painted shoes
I thought I'd see what's goin' down
I saw the ghost dancin' with some clown
Something's wrong with this whole thing
But something's wrong and it's okay
The DJ just spinnin' 'round the floor
Nowhere to be found
I saw you hangin' from a thread
With your hack of a painter friend
Well something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong and it's okay
Don't tell me what you want to know
I ain't hearin' it
You're hiding what you ought to show
And all I'm seeing is
It's time for you to leave me alone
I heard about the things you've done
From the dry cleaner's girlfriend's son
Something bout some psychic cat
And the boy who could swallow rats
Looks like you need some sleep
With a walk that defies your speech
You're doin' good, you're feeling fine
Lookin' tore up between the lines
Well something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong and it's okay
Just tell me what you want to do
I'll do anything
Tell me where you want is go
No one's anywhere
And now it's time for me to find my coat
What the hell am I doin' here?
They don't serve my kind of beer
It's getting hard to be sincere
And I need to get some sleep
Have I gone in way too deep
It's getting heavy on my knees
And it's all givin' me the creeps
Something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong with this whole thing
What the hell am I doin' here?
[Incomprehensible]
In an old hat and painted shoes
I thought I'd see what's goin' down
I saw the ghost dancin' with some clown
Something's wrong with this whole thing
But something's wrong and it's okay
The DJ just spinnin' 'round the floor
Nowhere to be found
I saw you hangin' from a thread
With your hack of a painter friend
Well something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong and it's okay
Don't tell me what you want to know
I ain't hearin' it
You're hiding what you ought to show
And all I'm seeing is
It's time for you to leave me alone
I heard about the things you've done
From the dry cleaner's girlfriend's son
Something bout some psychic cat
And the boy who could swallow rats
Looks like you need some sleep
With a walk that defies your speech
You're doin' good, you're feeling fine
Lookin' tore up between the lines
Well something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong and it's okay
Just tell me what you want to do
I'll do anything
Tell me where you want is go
No one's anywhere
And now it's time for me to find my coat
What the hell am I doin' here?
They don't serve my kind of beer
It's getting hard to be sincere
And I need to get some sleep
Have I gone in way too deep
It's getting heavy on my knees
And it's all givin' me the creeps
Something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong with this whole thing
Something's wrong with this whole thing
What the hell am I doin' here?
[Incomprehensible]
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Stinson
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