Song | RongWrong |
Artist | Quiet Sun |
Album | Mainstream |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I'm looking in my little black book | |
to see if I was right or rongwrong | |
within the confines of whoremonger logic | |
to even try to sing this song | |
I could have asked the I Ching | |
but that would have taken up too much time | |
And with the time being four-four | |
I didn't see there was no time to lose | |
If things got bad it could always turn into a blues | |
Like they do back home on the Delta -- | |
grunt and groan | |
And looking in my little black book of European logic | |
Still I can't make head or tail of it | |
If I could only read between the lines | |
Think of all the treasures I might find | |
Learn the secret of trance and levitation | |
Liberate my soul in six easy lessons | |
Meanwhile I'll stay at home, listen to Schönberg in the bath | |
and leave you to the geometry of my laugh | |
to which you're welcome if it helps you at all | |
to get your rocks off and have a ball | |
Never let it be thought that we have nothing to share | |
We drink the same water and we breathe the same air | |
Deep down inside we need each other just the same | |
You need me to laugh at and I need you to blame |
I' m looking in my little black book | |
to see if I was right or rongwrong | |
within the confines of whoremonger logic | |
to even try to sing this song | |
I could have asked the I Ching | |
but that would have taken up too much time | |
And with the time being fourfour | |
I didn' t see there was no time to lose | |
If things got bad it could always turn into a blues | |
Like they do back home on the Delta | |
grunt and groan | |
And looking in my little black book of European logic | |
Still I can' t make head or tail of it | |
If I could only read between the lines | |
Think of all the treasures I might find | |
Learn the secret of trance and levitation | |
Liberate my soul in six easy lessons | |
Meanwhile I' ll stay at home, listen to Sch nberg in the bath | |
and leave you to the geometry of my laugh | |
to which you' re welcome if it helps you at all | |
to get your rocks off and have a ball | |
Never let it be thought that we have nothing to share | |
We drink the same water and we breathe the same air | |
Deep down inside we need each other just the same | |
You need me to laugh at and I need you to blame |
I' m looking in my little black book | |
to see if I was right or rongwrong | |
within the confines of whoremonger logic | |
to even try to sing this song | |
I could have asked the I Ching | |
but that would have taken up too much time | |
And with the time being fourfour | |
I didn' t see there was no time to lose | |
If things got bad it could always turn into a blues | |
Like they do back home on the Delta | |
grunt and groan | |
And looking in my little black book of European logic | |
Still I can' t make head or tail of it | |
If I could only read between the lines | |
Think of all the treasures I might find | |
Learn the secret of trance and levitation | |
Liberate my soul in six easy lessons | |
Meanwhile I' ll stay at home, listen to Sch nberg in the bath | |
and leave you to the geometry of my laugh | |
to which you' re welcome if it helps you at all | |
to get your rocks off and have a ball | |
Never let it be thought that we have nothing to share | |
We drink the same water and we breathe the same air | |
Deep down inside we need each other just the same | |
You need me to laugh at and I need you to blame |