I wasn't in the room when the action was going down
I may have been there once but at the time I was out of town
I'm seeing strange fruit, they're saving off with his head
One way or another I'll end up dead
You got the wrong man
You don't understand
You got the wrong man
You got the wrong man
I do what I can
I plead not guilty to the charges you've laid out on your desk
L know what you're thinking 'Oh yes - this is a DSF'
I think I'm prime ministerial material but I can't lie to you
So I'm out of the running
But from here in my cell I imagine
Wouldn't that be something
You got the wrong man
You don't understand
You got the wrong man
You got the wrong man
I do what I can
Writer(s): Steven J. Morse, Ian Gillan, Ian Paice, Roger Glover, Donald Smith Airey
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