you were sickened with a vowing of silence
i was taken by your permanent high
two lovers all 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
i was secretly hoping one of us might die
a close call would've ended up with a 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 hands
it's a 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 know that this is true
but i just can't stop my hansd 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 hands
it's a knack for telling awful lies
you're just like your dad, surprise
you don't only share his eyes
it's the drink that's in your hands
it's a knack for telling awful lies
why am i always right?

stick a fork in a socket, do what you like
just make sure that i'm far out of your life
oh, take an axe to your fingers
carve out your eyes
and cut out your tongue
and we'll call this a tie
cut our eye and tongue 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 hands
it's a knack for telling awful lies
it's the drink that's in your hands
it's a knack for telling awful lies
it's the drink that's in your hands
it's a knack for telling awful lies
why am i always right?