Wrong Side - Strapping Young Lad

Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the head

Dreaming of demons who’d be better off… better off dead

Now I know I’m accountable for the things I’ve said before

But I just can’t shut up and get out the door

So let’s sing volumes for the souls that aren’t for sale

Indeed, lately there’s been hellhounds on my trail

Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the zen

So get up and say the word

Say the word and I’ll be gone

Say the word and I’ll be gone

Say the word and I’ll be gone for ever and ever

(Get up, get out)

Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall

Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world

Sooner or later, the nights with the satyr

Will bring back the memory, leaving you money and time

Sweet locomotive with you as the motive

The beauty, the agony, mixes the honey with grime

Sly imitator, the cat’s in the cradle

The dogs in the stable will always remain on your mind

Sooner or later, it comes to the table

Reminding them all that the memory always was mine

Wake up running in the only way that I can

This type of dependency turns a boy into a man

Now I know I’m accountable, now I know I’m responsible

No peace for you, little man

Say the word and I’ll be gone

Say the word and I’ll be gone

Say the word and I’ll be gone for ever and ever

(Get up, get out)

Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall

(Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall)

Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall

Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world