All Wrong, All Right

ALL WRONG ALL RIGHT

Cheap wine hangover
My head is exploding
With the sun screaming right in my face

Late night rock & roll over again
Put the amateur back in his place

You might know your history
But you merely read the book
Time for you to touch up on your roots

Cause you're all wrong
But it's alright
And you ain't got nothing on me
You're in the right place
At the wrong time
Well, it's alright with me

Stuck inside of Brooklyn with the Pitchfork blues
I gave em the record for free
Start up your engines, pack up the gear
Keep your eyes peeled for a vacancy

Running late
The manager straight up thought that he was losing his mind
Nevertheless we made it to the show on time

Cause you're all wrong
But it's alright
And you ain't got nothing on me
You're in the right place
At the wrong time
But it's alright with me

They own your copyright
They got your credit card
Right there in black and white
It's not alright at all

Cause you're all wrong
But it's alright
And you ain't got nothing on me
You're in the right place
Like Karu said
And you ain't got nothin' on me

Cause you're all wrong
But it's alright
And you ain't got nothing on me
You're in the right place
At the wrong time
But it's alright with me
ot nothin' on me
Nothin' on me