Lyrics
Size me up and cut me down
Cut me down to size
Was something down to nothing
Nothing in your eyes
Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong
You gotta lose sometimes
Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong
Thinking of standing on someone's pride
I can live without
The praise and trust from punks
All wrong who shut me out then
I don't ever wanna need your love again
And that old kicked feeling
Come creeping back
On a mission, lost submission
Submission to the pack
Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong
You gotta burn sometimes
Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong
Thinking of sweeping someone's grind
Run dry and in a circle
All I ever wanted here
Is to ruin by the losers
Find nothing, give me nothing new
Oh, you gotta lose sometimes
Thinking of standing on someone else's throat
So why not mine?
Don't save your words, son
You spew them everywhere
It's a coward who counts his words
And slips them out when the coast is clear
So lay your hateful burden down
Everywhere you can
They don't have to like it and they
They don't have to understand, no
Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong
You gotta lose sometimes
And the ones you throw away
The rejects are mine
