Wrong Intro

You believe I was blind
Chillin' in room 101 on the 13th floor
With a black cat that's looking me in the eyes

And I still ain't seeing the signs
I'm selfish, that's why I think of the deepest of lines, but keep 'em inside
I impress the weak; a twisted kid that'll tell his pet dogs to get jobs if they expect to eat
My destiny's to rest in peace, but I'll die on my feet and then remain standing
I'm too tired to sleep

I think my brain's stagnant
I had a freak birth, born backwards
I rose from the grave feet first, with three words "This, way, and up"
Written across my clean t-shirt in thick sprays of blood
Dining with with the enemy
Find me sat alone stoned, at a table for two or in a cave with some glue
And a piece of sandpaper making a tomb
With a Walkman with a warped tape that's playing this tune

Mr Wrong

If it's right, then it's wrong
If it's wrong then it's right
So if it's right, then it's wrong
Yes, if it's wrong then it's right

If it's right, then it's wrong
If it's wrong then it's right
So if it's right, then it's wrong
And, if it's wrong then it's right