Urthboy, The Tongue, Ozi Batla - The Wrong One lyrics

(Wrong one) Now you know that's not El Gusto
(Wrong one) And it's most
Definitely not the Tongue
(Wrong one) And no one mistakin'
It for Ozi Batla, right?
(Wrong one) My name's Urthboy, now here we go

The crowd all watch and shout at the shot
Now we’re off and running we’re
Out of the blocks
You’ve already put in your lot
Unable to stop like Peter, follow the leader
Leave it all out on the line, you’ll see the
Fade, ideas get early graves
On top of a face to save
There’s still more mistakes you’re
Waiting to make

You backing the bull or the matador, son?
I’m backing the sword, I’m backing the pen
It’s muddier than any weapon you’ve got
Stop, turn it up, Gus, I’m ready to rock
Not going to misplace
My bet now, no sweat now
Put a thousand on those Elefant Traks boys
To pull their best out

Man, you got no credit's left now
Like a pokie addict, you incorrectly
Adding up your takings, who got you shaking?
We take you to task, and while the fun lasts
The bandwagon stay gagging for the favourite
When the underdog tastes a victory
You got no say in it

You backed the wrong one
Long shot, stole your thunder
You backed the wrong one
You had the rug pulled out from under
You backed the wrong one
You fall in, we all in
Hate to be the one to break it to you
But, you backed the wrong one

The sound of those drums
Make this field look like a cattle run
You wasted your time making
Those tallies of battles won
But that all comes to naught
So hold that thought
Till your nose is past the last post
Charge a glass and make the winning toast
Who’s having the last laugh?

Well, you looking at him and
You wouldn’t want him
To be getting ahead of you so
You’re puttin’ one on him
But who are you conning, the one just born?
On the Titanic, you can’t run from the storm
You backed the fraud, we pulled your card
Built on sand we pull it apart
Forget your class, forget your cast
Son, it’s how you carry your scars

It’s funny how moments are frozen in time
Vital mistakes turn a stone in your mind
Whips you across that finishing line
And there’s always another
Who’s better designed
Is it luck, is it skill, is it, is it talent?
Co-ordination, strength or balance
Or none of 'em, or the sum of 'em?
Standing on giants shoulders is humbling

You backed the wrong one
Long shot, stole your thunder
You backed the wrong one
You had the rug pulled out from under
You backed the wrong one
You fall in, we all in
Hate to be the one to break it to you
But, you backed the wrong one
The long shot stole your thunder
You backed the wrong one
You had the rug pulled out from under
You backed the wrong one
You fall in, we all in
It seemed certain but when it's said and done
You backed the wrong one

Yeah, yeah, you backed the wrong one
Yeah, you backed the wrong one
You backed the wrong one
You backed the wrong one
You backed the wrong one
You backed the wrong one