FIXED AND FREE
Wrong to be right!
Wrong to be right!
Seems to me it’s gotta be
Wrong to be right.

Why do I see the flaws
Imperfect days are yours
Why is my vision clear
My eyes so full of fear
Watching the machine of passing days.

Wrong to be right!
Wrong to be right!
Seems to me it’s gotta be
Wrong to be right.

In aching solitude
I give my hand to you
My words they have no sound
And I can’t climb back down
To feel the beating heart of Angels’ wings

So wrong to be right!
So wrong to be right!
Seems to me it’s gotta be
So wrong to be right.

No-one will stay outside
In case their lies collide
Why aren’t I just like them
Drawn deep with an opium pen
With pointless signals directing empty streets

Cos it’s wrong to be right!
Cos it’s wrong to be right!
Seems to me it’s gotta be
Wrong to be right.

Oblivion, sweet youth of dreams
Speaking with his tongue unseen
Fixed and free, fixed and free
He says it’s him, he says it’s me
Oblivion, sweet youth of dreams
Speaking with his tongue unseen
Fixed and free, fixed and free
He says it’s him, he says it’s me

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Pig Pen Music 1990.

Lyrics by Peter Greatorex.
Music by George Davies/Peter Greatorex.
Recorded at Wud Records Studios, Exeter, by George Davies, December 2011.

Performers:

Peter Greatorex – vocals
George Davies – guitars, bass, drum programming

Facts:

• This song is in the key of E.
• The ESP guitar is tuned to standard Bb with a drop-Ab on the low string.