As I was fourteen I was playful 
I had a time when I was plainly touched 
and played it as it lays 
for a moment there was silence 
to look for reasons is beside the point 
and it won't last long 
I was wrong I was cold enough 
to smack you right in the face 
all I want 
all you don't 
will I be right or wrong 
a kick, a punch, a final strike 
it all came up the other night 
I closed my fingers for a fight 
when I was wrong 
I read the book of bad temptations 
down the streets where I was feeling alright 
and slept for quite a while 
still I heard something special 
on a TV and all that I've ever seen 
is what I'll keep in mind 
well, I was wrong 
still I want so much to smack you right in the face 
all I want 
all you don't 
will I be right or wrong 
a kick, a punch, a final strike 
bye now, saying goodbye 
and I call now out for more 
will I be wrong