Wrong

Wrong
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
Used the wrong method
with the wrong technique
Wrong

There’s something wrong with me
Chemically
Something wrong with me
Inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends
by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played
till it sounded right
Wrong
Too long
Wrong
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
Used the wrong method
with the wrong technique
Wrong
Esta canción de Depeche Mode llamada 'Wrong' nos sumerge en una reflexión profunda sobre las experiencias de vivir una vida llena de errores y desajustes. El narrador se siente como si hubiera nacido bajo una mala señal, en el entorno equivocado, con inclinaciones y tendencias equivocadas...