Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right - Compulsive Gamblers

Well I’m lying here in bed

I got the covers pulled over my head

Cause in darkness I can pretend

Just you here with me, even though you’re not really

Well you got yourself a new guy

And I can see that look in your eye

Well one o' these days

I’m gonna show you just what I’m good for

And even up the score

Cause two wrongs don’t make a right

But two rights don’t make a shit

I think I’m in it

Well I’m not gonna let you have all the fun

I went downtown and got myself a gun

Yeah, I’m sure your boyfriend’ll be surprised

When I show up in your living room

And with my gun pointed at you

Well pretty boy got it into face

I’m sorry, didn’t mean to mess up

Your lacy underwear

And all that blood in your hair

Cause two wrongs don’t make a right

But two rights don’t make a shit

I think I’m in it