A new X-File was on Mulder's desk
Our job was looking for the truth
And as the bombshells of his wild theories explode
I try to find some solid proof

But then he had to bring up hybridization
Which makes no sense in a scientific light
And now I'm serving time for my mistake
Saying that there's no such thing as lost time

(chorus)
How long till I get to be right?
Why does my punkish partner always get to see the light?
I call on Creator Chris to answer me this
Why can't I ever have the insight?

Then I think about my own abduction
Which I never could explain
And when I do concede that aliens were involved
Turns out it all took place in some train

(chorus)

I'm not making a joke
When I say it can all be explained so rationally
But if we wait for a time till I get to be right
Then at least we know the show will last well into syndication
Because they *never* let me be right...

(guitar solo)

I offer thanks to Mister Carter
That's all I've got to say
Is maybe you wanted a Smudge when you wrote me
Now you'll have to pay!

'Cause even when you give me no kind of inspiration
I still don't let you off the hook
And I say "look how insipid all eight of my lines are
I'll say it all with a look!"

How long till I get to be right (till I get to be right)
Does any female character ever get to see the light
Except for Fowley-oh! That worthless ho
Carter, please give me the last insight!

Author: FortunateOne

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