Bravish company, you and all your hypocrites
Well I don't feel like any of those, so I propose
Let me burn all your paperwork, all your songs, wrongs
All your lyrics with a meaning on a higher vibrating scale
I never said it's the wrong way
I never said that the preacher's right
I never said it's the wrong way
That the preacher's right
Off you go with another word of wisdom, no charisma at all
'Cause it's art when you sing in the right direction
I've lost my soul for a word or two
And what i've got in return, a book of you
I never said it's the wrong way
I never said that the preacher's right
I never said it's the wrong way
That the preacher's right
Suiting up in your motherland
Pure stones
Sense of smell is not the same
Green air, what it does to you
Well I don't feel like any of those, so I propose
Let me burn all your paperwork, all your songs, wrongs
All your lyrics with a meaning on a higher vibrating scale
I never said it's the wrong way
I never said that the preacher's right
I never said it's the wrong way
That the preacher's right
Off you go with another word of wisdom, no charisma at all
'Cause it's art when you sing in the right direction
I've lost my soul for a word or two
And what i've got in return, a book of you
I never said it's the wrong way
I never said that the preacher's right
I never said it's the wrong way
That the preacher's right
Suiting up in your motherland
Pure stones
Sense of smell is not the same
Green air, what it does to you