Catsigh
Stanley Belton
No
You got me all wrong
I faced this way all along
But I was not in line with it
And I just could not make it stick
Stick
Now you aim your thoughts at me
As to why I always never seemed
I've been here before I'm treading light
So that I can try and make it right
Right
Coming under scrutiny
Just try and paint your black on me
Then we will set a new track
And never think to let you back in