Lyrics to Mr. Wright :
Lanney Wright never lived up to his name
Chalked it up to fun and games

Whatever he'd touch would go up in flames
Go up in flames


Lanney Wright, perfect as his name did sound
Caught up with just the wrong crowd
Too low for north, too high for south

High for south

Lanney, Lanney, Lanney

Every time we go out
My feet are feeling toasty
But my head's in the clouds

Lanney, Lanney, Lanney
Every time we go out
My feet are feeling toasty

But my head's in the clouds

Mr. Wright sits all alone at home

The heartbeat of a metronome
Pounds, and he feels his life is a poem
Life is a poem


Mr. Wright, why hasn't your life been kind?
Lonely at the city line

Pray for your friends, you know they're all lying
You know they're all lying


(Chorus)

Now get the memo, buy a halo

Get your legs out of the floor tonight
You know one day you'll find a way,
You're going to make your folks proud alright

Don't ever say you'll never be
What you've been dreaming up all these years
When you're a saint, it ain't a fluke

You're going to pull through, shift your gears

(Chorus X2)