I wanted to be right to change a common situation that always seems to happen to me.

But then I gave into the way of common desperation and dedicated time to find the weakness in me.



The freedom to react and attack when I'm defensive. My decision, a solid metal rock wall extented inside of every argument

created by the differences between the way I think and the way that the world is doin'

it.



[chorus]

The world can be wrong today for once.

You'll have to be wrong today for once.

I can't be wrong, I was wrong before.



Didn't know a lot about what I had to do about changing my way of thinking. So I blend instead of being separate. Things don't always have to go my way. But this always being wrong is driving me crazy.



Where's the American Dream guarantee, if I do it-exactly-your-way? I've seen your followers fall. You leave them behind. I'm not letting the same thing happen to me, no!



[Chorus]



Here we go!

One to one pointed at the one. Looking for the meaning in a shotgun blast.

Attic to the things they left upstairs. Dated ideas with an animal's care. The pack is circling. The pack is circling.



Here we go!

One to one pointed at the ignorant, judgmental, think you know everything.

There is to know about everything.

You want to be king without responsibility.

The pack is circling. Woah, the pack is circling!



The world can be wrong today for once.

You'll have to be wrong today for once.

I can't be wrong, I was wrong, woah!



[Chorus]



One to one pointed at the one. Looking for the meaning in a shotgun blast.

One to one pointed at the ignorant, judgmental, think you know everything.