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 a*sembly Crank up the High School a*sembly Crank up the High School a*sembly Crank up the High School a*sembly