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   I've got a right to reclaim that   You're much too dim to explain that   Wrong versus right doesn't matter   Your simple skull's gonna shatter   You're the bastard embalmed in 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   You had no clue how to love one   You shot her down with a capgun   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