The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
The White Buffalo
Everyone was a-staring right at me
Thought I was the pawn, thought that I bought on
Well I looked for as far as I could see
For a way out, well out of the crowd
Beedeleybeedeleybopbop, I was baited and I bit the prize
Oh, to start the mark of my demise
So alone I look for someone to share my strife
I got sucked down, the sieve of life
With their Billy clubs, the boys in blue
They come run, running after you
Well I fled, well I took flight
But I was wrong, wrong, wrong
But at the time it feels so right
The grips were strong and the circle it sealed on me
Thought I was down, thought that I had found
Someone to follow, someone to be
Thought I figured out what it's all about
Feedeleyfeedeleyflop, I was faded and I fit the crime
Looked at my face, well it wasn't mine
Oh, thinking I was right that maybe I should get away
But I think twice, then I stay
With their Billy clubs, the boys in blue
They come run, running after you
Well I fled, well I took flight
But I was wrong, wrong, wrong
But at the time it feels so right
Colder, colder, got to, got to get warm again
Gonna heat it up, with my friends
Losing myself I stray to the other side
Fasten my belt and enjoy the ride
Oh, with their Billy clubs, the boys in blue
They come run, running after you
Well I fled, well I took flight
But I was wrong, wrong, wrong
But at the time it feels so right
Wrong was written by The White Buffalo.
Wrong was produced by Peter King & Bob Hurley.