It Doesn't Make It Right - Spermbirds

Hands across the table

Before we go to war

Nothing’s really stable

No one’s keeping score

The past stretches behind me

From which I often run

I finally let it find me

Now that I’ve got a gun

It don’t make it right

Just 'cause no one cares

A long list of letdowns

Too many nowheres

Through these eyes

There is no end in sight

Burn out the bright side

But it don’t make it right

The ass that you’ve kissing

The one that holds you down

Is the one that you’ve been kicking

With two feet on the ground

It don’t make it right

Just 'cause no one cares

A long list of letdowns

Too many nowheres

Through these eyes

There is no end in sight

Burn out the bright side

But don’t make it right