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The Specials

All Gone Wrong

 

All Gone Wrong

(album: Guilty 'Til Proved Innocent! - 1998)


So what's the point of thinking deep
I bite my nails and I'm losing sleep
Goes round and round and will never halt
It's all gone wrong and it's all my fault
I used the sugar when I needed salt
Things ain't cooking for me, as you see

I need a laugh so I take a drink
Ain't it strange how they start to shrink
I swig a river and I cry a lake
It's all gone wrong and it's my mistake
I wanted tremor but I got earthquake
Things ain't going my way, not today

I'm sitting on a one way train
You say I'm heading for an early grave
There goes anxiety my favorite station
And here comes panic and palpitation

I get frustrated 'cos I need a break
But when it comes along you know I'll take
I've never eaten from the hand of fate
It's all gone wrong but it's not too late
I needed love but all I got was hate
Things ain't down to a tee, believe me

I'm sitting on a one way train
You say I'm heading for an early grave
There goes anxiety my favorite station
And here comes panic and palpitation

I saw the doctor 'cos I'm feeling stress
"Hop on the couch" he said, "and get undressed"
He shook his head and said "the futures bleak"
It's getting worse and I ain't hit my peak
I want to shout but I can't even speak
Things can't get any worse, where's the hearse?

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