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?