Wrong way from Gobshite by Martin Weller

Wrong way

You rub me up the wrong way
It's fair to say, but that's ok
Probably for the better
Perhaps in time, we'll get along

You'll stop dragging it down to your level
If it works, don't meddle
Loco; psycho babble
You're getting it wrong

I don't quite understand
You still get under my skin
But I'm too tired to fight and no, you cannot come in, you'll never win

I won't stoop to your level
You love, causing trouble, If there's a scab to pick, something to nick

You're too clever by far
Never should have been this smart
We tried to knock it out of you, but seems there's more to do

Chorus - You need to calm down

Chorus - You've got it all wrong

Written by Martin Weller 23.2.13

• 2013
• Acoustic
• Exmouth
• Gobshite
• Martin Weller
• Phil Treby
• Pop
• Richard Glazebrook
• indie
• rock
• Exmouth