You were sickened at the vowing of silence
I was taken by a permenant high
Two lovers all you turned on how romantic
Never 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 have ended up with the carriage
Lets call it extra lets call it why

You're just like your dad, surprise
You don't only share his eyes
It's the truth that's in your hand
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 a 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 that aim and then I let it blow

You're just like your dad, surprise
You don't only share his eyes
It's the truth that's in your hand
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 truth that's in your hand
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
Take an axe to your fingers
Carve your eyes
Cut out your tongue and we'll call this a tie
Cut out your lying tongue and we'll call this a tie

You're just like your dad, surprise
You don't only share his eyes
You're just like your dad, surprise
You don't only share his eyes
It's the truth that's in your hand
It's a knack for telling awful lies
It's the truth that's in your hand
It's a knack for telling awful lies
It's the truth that's in your hand
It's a knack for telling awful lies
Why am I always right?

Writer : REILLY, BRANDON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.