Wrong Vs. Right Doesn't Matter

You cut my gentle flower down
Pierced her side with a pin for your lapel
You plucked the ruby from her crown

Now your karma's coming down
Now your karma's coming down
Now your karma's coming down
Now your karma's coming down

I've got a right to reclaim that
You're much too dim to explain that
Wrong vs. right doesn't matter
Your simple skull's gonna shatter
You're the bastard embalmed in disaster, disaster

You laid her body out to dry
A possession like any other kind
Only she read the lyric to your lie

Now you're really getting high
Now you're really getting high
Now you're really getting high
Now you're really getting high

You had no clue how to love one
You shot her down with a cap gun
Blanks in your thanks for the memory

Crank up the High School assembly
Crank up the High School assembly
Crank up the High School assembly
Crank up the High School assembly