Well the governor he called me into his place at six
He said - The toilet by the kitchen needs to be fixed
Then he brought me to his library
There were senators all along
They said - What you need to do son, is let WRONGS BE WRONG

They said - You want a slice of heaven, you gotta go through a lot of hell
You want to make some believers son, You gotta struggle for yourself
None of them in there told me it was so hard to stray from
Getting closer to the sinners letting WRONGS BE WRONG

Smoke that marijuana cigarette that hides you from your guilt
I thought things were ending smoothly, nothing left for us to milk
But I heard you speaking badly of me, honey I won't make a fuss
I'll let WRONGS BE WRONG and keep an end to us