Why Am I Always Right?

You were sickened with the vowing of silence

I was taken by your permanent high

Two lovers; are you turned on? How romantic!

"Now I need a guillotine to get you off my mind"

You were swept up in the buzz of a marriage

While I was secretly hoping one of us might die

A close call; would have ended up with the carriage

Let's call it "X" No, let's just call it "Why?"

You're just like your dad

Surprise! You don't only share his eyes

It's the drink that's in your hand

And it's that knack for telling awful lies

Why am I always right?

As you slept away the day in my bedroom

I found a criminal use for your pillow

I love you terribly, I swear that this is true

But I just can't stop my hands from smothering you

I skipped town on a flight to your city

There I crept up to your lover's window

He poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchen

I took dead aim, and then I let it blow!

You're just like your dad

Surprise! You don't only share his eyes

It's the drink that's in your hand

And it's that knack for telling awful lies

Why am I always right?

You're just like your dad

Surprise! You don't only share his eyes

It's the drink that's in your hand

And it's that knack for telling awful lies

Why am I always right?

Stick a fork in a socket, do what you'd like

Just make sure that I'm far out of your life

Take an axe to your fingers, carve out your eyes

And cut out your tongue

And then we'll call this a tie

Cut out your lying tounge and we'll call this a tie

You're just like your dad

Surprise! You don't only share his eyes

Like your dad

Surprise! You don't only share his eyes

It's the drink that's in your hand

And it's that knack for telling awful lies

It's the drink that's in your hand

And it's that knack for telling awful lies

It's the drink that's in your hand

And it's that knack for telling awful lies

Why am I always right?