The Vines - Down at the club

I sat up on the stage
Where the audience was paid
To watch the reelin' of our night
I didn't have a clue
What for the artist's trying to do
Now I keep stealin' for a lie

So, why do you make me say you're right?
Why do you make me say...?

I'm walkin' thru the rain
So sick of dealin' with the pain
Now with my head up to the sky
The hallway was a mess
Each day it seems that they care less
About the holes I gotta climb

So, why do you make me say you're right?
Why do you make me say...?
You're right away
Make me not right

Down at the club where the average men go
He doesn't ask much for his money
He's going to work
Where he's going to be late
He presses his luck
It's not funny

Why do you make me say you're right?
Why do you make me say...?