MUSIC MONDAY: Wrong Ones by The Vices

Pick a song that you really like and share it on Monday.

Found this tag on Read Rant Rock & Roll. This meme was created by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. 

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Last week’s song: Get Off My Wave by Fidlar

This week’s song: Wrong Ones by The Vices

LYRICS

Here’s to all my favorite officers
I’ll tell you what I know
You tried to pick the rumors
But the rumors wouldn’t show
Now all that’s left to state
Is that I always pick a fight with the wrong ones

And all I tried to say is what’s on everybody’s mind
Oh, yes, I come from far away
And always pick a fight with the wrong ones
You always pick the wrong ones

Who’s to say that I can’t change?
Who’s to say that I can’t stay?
Talk goes ’round and ’round
They should be knocking on their own door
Who’s to say that I can’t change?
Who’s to say that I can’t stay?
Talk goes ’round and ’round
They should be knocking on their—

I’ll try to take your notes
I’ll try to do my best
Your blood is boiling fast
It left me wondering why’s that
You ask how am I right
I clearly wasn’t wrong
‘Cause no one sees reflection when they’re staring at the sun

And all I tried to say is what’s on everybody’s mind
Oh, yes, I come from far away
And always pick a fight with the wrong ones
You always pick the wrong ones

Oh, and who’s to say that I can’t change?
Who’s to say that I can’t stay?
Talk goes ’round and ’round
They should be knocking on their own door
Who’s to say that I can’t change?
Who’s to say that I can’t stay?
Talk goes ’round and ’round
They should be knocking on their—

All I ever, ever wanted was to rest my mind
Please don’t make me think I’ll do my time, time, time
Everything I could to let it go, I tried
Staring at the walls I kinda lost my mind
Breathing now I’ve never seen the world clear eyed
Please don’t make me think I’ll do my time, time, time
Everything I could to let it go, I tried
Don’t make me get the door

And all I tried to say is what’s on everybody’s mind
Oh, yes, I come from far away
And always pick a fight with the wrong ones
I always pick the wrong ones

Who’s to say that I can’t change?
Who’s to say that I can’t stay?
Talk goes ’round and ’round
They should be knocking on their own door
Who’s to say that I can’t change?
Who’s to say that I can’t stay?
Talk goes ’round and ’round
They should be knocking on their own door

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