size me up and cut me down cut me down to size up from something down to nothing nothing in your eyes gotta be wrong you gotta be wrong you ve got to lose some time gotta be wrong you gotta be wrong they ve got to stand on someone s pride i can live without the praise of trust fund punks if all the wrong moves shut me out then i don t ever want to need your love again that old kicked feeling comes creeping back on a mission blind submission submission to the pack gotta be wrong you gotta be wrong you ve got to burn some time gotta be wrong you gotta be wrong you re gonna swing for someone s crimes run dry in inner circles all i ever wanted here was a history written by the loser if i m nothing give me nothing you ve got to lose some time they ve got to stand on someone else s throat don t save your words son spend them everywhere it s a coward counts his words and slips them out when the coast is clear so lay your hateful burden down everywhere you can they don t have to like it and they don t have to understand gotta be wrong you gotta be wrong you ve got to lose some time and the ones you throw away the rejects are mine