Sick And Wrong Songtext

Put your hands together, put your hands together
It's time to get together, time to get on the winning side

I know that I'm sick, my demise will be no surprise
I realise that the explanation of my deviation has a medical dimension
(Will the accused approach the bench
And mention her good intentions?)

I was wrong, I knew it all along
I confess that I transgressed.
I employ a lawyer to cast my plight in a better light
To give a deposition on my condition
Sick and wrong

I know I've been wrong, sick and wrong
What does that make you?
I know I've been wrong, sick and wrong
What does that make you?