| Song | Wrong Again (Let's Face It) |
| Artist | Rockpile |
| Album | Seconds of Pleasure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| The journalist writes down | |
| The things he remembers, | |
| The things he forgets | |
| Are the things that you feel | |
| Gets off on his own quotes, | |
| And breaks into (Thatcher?), | |
| I don't understand... | |
| Who will buy him a meal? | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Let's face it, I'm wrong again | |
| Let's face it, it's still Sunday | |
| Let's face it, I'm wrong again | |
| Let's face it, it don't worry me | |
| You feel in the first set, | |
| That this is a nightmare, | |
| I can't hear a word | |
| And I don't feel a thing, | |
| The manager looks on, | |
| Ignoring the problem | |
| 'Cuz he's the solution, | |
| So, what's in it for him? | |
| (Chorus) | |
| You get so excited, | |
| And then you are let down | |
| The idea that you had | |
| Is pushed to one side | |
| But, then in the next set, | |
| It's perfectly magic, | |
| And all of your problems | |
| Are suddenly fine | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| The journalist writes down | |
| The things he remembers, | |
| The things he forgets | |
| Are the things that you feel | |
| Gets off on his own quotes, | |
| And breaks into Thatcher?, | |
| I don' t understand... | |
| Who will buy him a meal? | |
| Chorus | |
| Let' s face it, I' m wrong again | |
| Let' s face it, it' s still Sunday | |
| Let' s face it, I' m wrong again | |
| Let' s face it, it don' t worry me | |
| You feel in the first set, | |
| That this is a nightmare, | |
| I can' t hear a word | |
| And I don' t feel a thing, | |
| The manager looks on, | |
| Ignoring the problem | |
| ' Cuz he' s the solution, | |
| So, what' s in it for him? | |
| Chorus | |
| You get so excited, | |
| And then you are let down | |
| The idea that you had | |
| Is pushed to one side | |
| But, then in the next set, | |
| It' s perfectly magic, | |
| And all of your problems | |
| Are suddenly fine | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| The journalist writes down | |
| The things he remembers, | |
| The things he forgets | |
| Are the things that you feel | |
| Gets off on his own quotes, | |
| And breaks into Thatcher?, | |
| I don' t understand... | |
| Who will buy him a meal? | |
| Chorus | |
| Let' s face it, I' m wrong again | |
| Let' s face it, it' s still Sunday | |
| Let' s face it, I' m wrong again | |
| Let' s face it, it don' t worry me | |
| You feel in the first set, | |
| That this is a nightmare, | |
| I can' t hear a word | |
| And I don' t feel a thing, | |
| The manager looks on, | |
| Ignoring the problem | |
| ' Cuz he' s the solution, | |
| So, what' s in it for him? | |
| Chorus | |
| You get so excited, | |
| And then you are let down | |
| The idea that you had | |
| Is pushed to one side | |
| But, then in the next set, | |
| It' s perfectly magic, | |
| And all of your problems | |
| Are suddenly fine | |
| Chorus |