Oho, can't anybody see? We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way, regardless, of what they say
How can it feel, this wrong? From this moment,
How can if feel, this wrong?
Stoned, in the morning light, I feel, no more
Can I say, frozen, to myself, I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right Surely that ain't right.
How can it feel, this wrong, from this moment How can it feel, this wrong?
How can it feel, this wrong, from this moment How can it feel, this wrong?
"...this wrong."
