The Wrong ManHard time cheap crimeIt's you and me time Trigger happy and whiskey sad I have a tick to make you talk without a slap and sting Slow wicked ways to make you sing I am the fixer of tricksters Young tongue twister Tailgater from womb to tomb Under my dress you will confess without a slip or swing Slow wicked ways to make you sing It's the right day for the wrong man In tangled truth you lie It's the last night for the wrong man The long boned finger points at you, at you A grin and a bead sweat You're one of the one percent So smoke your last cigarette You lose you lose A ride in the mortal chair A breath of the poison air But life isn't always fair You lose you lose It's the right day for the wrong man In tangled truth you lie It's the last night for the wrong man The long boned finger points at you, at you |