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Wrong Man
Ollifax
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Wrong Man is a slow-burning indictment of institutional cowardice, told through the eyes of someone who watched a good man absorb blame meant for many. Built on spare, repetitive lines that echo like a military report, the song accumulates weight until its final verses break open with raw clarity. It's a study in how silence becomes complicity and how systems protect themselves at the cost of individuals.
Musical Details
Key
F
Camelot
Fm
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inThe Arctic
Lyrics
One chair. Two men. One signature. Ten silent pens. Mud on boots. Bloodshot eyes. Wrong name. Right file. They picked their man. Wrong man. Wrong man. They made the call. He took the fall. Wrong man. Wrong man. They kept their chairs. He lost it all. Same hands. Same plan. They made the call. He took the fall. Take the credit. Pass the blame. Wash your hands. Keep your name. One man standing. Ten men hide. Wrong man. Wrong side. He knew the names. Knew every face. Knew who was missing. From their place. First one standing. Last one fed. Checked our boots. Counted our heads. Radio crackle. Watch and shoot. Cold wet socks. Mud on boots. He took the watch. When sleep ran thin. Nobody asked him. He stepped in. Not a saint. Not made of steel. Just a man. Who knew what's real. He made mistakes. He owned his share. But not the ones. That landed there. Wrong man. Wrong man. They made the call. He took the fall. Wrong man. Wrong man. They kept their chairs. He lost it all. Same hands. Same plan. They made the call. He took the fall. Up three floors. Clean white walls. Nobody there. When duty calls. They wanted numbers. He knew names. They wanted silence. He took the blame. Every order. Stamped and passed. Every promise. Built to last. Till something broke. Till someone fell. Then no one knew. Who gave the call. Paper moves. Names get crossed. One man pays. For what they cost. Everybody signed. Nobody saw. Funny how silence. Becomes the law. Who gave the word. Who changed the plan. Who walked away. Who blamed the man. Ask that room. Ask that wall. They made the call. He took the fall. Wrong man. Wrong man. They made the call. He took the fall. Wrong man. Wrong man. They kept their chairs. He lost it all. Same hands. Same plan. They made the call. He took the fall. I saw his hands. I saw them shake. Not from fear. From what they'd take. He read that page. He held that pen. He looked at us. Then down again. Said nothing back. Just signed his name. That wasn't guilt. That wasn't shame. One man. One name. A thousand hands. Behind the blame. One man. One name. The ones who knew. Remain unchanged. No crown. No grave. Just everything. He couldn't save. I wanted doors. I wanted names. Wanted faces. Behind the blame. Jaw locked tight. Old tooth cracked. One hand forward. One pulled back. He said nothing. I understood. Burning that room. Would do no good. But don't confuse. The way I stand. With believing. Their dirty hands. HE KNEW OUR NAMES. THEY KNEW THE COST. THEY KEPT THEIR JOBS. HE TOOK THE LOSS. THEY WROTE THE RULES. THEY MOVED THE WALL. THEY MADE THE CALL. HE TOOK THE FALL. Wrong man. WRONG MAN. WRONG MAN. THEY MADE THE CALL. HE TOOK THE FALL. WRONG MAN. WRONG MAN. THEY KEPT THEIR CHAIRS. HE LOST IT ALL. He wasn't perfect. Neither were we. But he stood there. When they wouldn't be. Wrong man. Wrong man. They made the call. He took the fall. Wrong man. Wrong man. They kept their chairs. He lost it all. Same hands. Same plan. They made the call. He took the fall. One chair. Two men. One signature. Ten silent pens. Mud on boots. Empty hall. Wrong man. He took the fall.
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