| It's not the same without him here | |
| Twenty years of him dead and gone | |
| This Vodka does a memory clear | |
| Though it's too hard to imagine what these tears are for | |
| A walking poster boy for all that's good | |
| He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood | |
| She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad | |
| 'Cause now she knows she's wrong | |
| It always seemed to strike her strange | |
| His working late until the morning, spending so much cash | |
| And the sweet smell of his angel's hair | |
| That seemed to cling to his lips just like a wax mustache | |
| A walking monument to DNA | |
| Making love under the podium at the P.T.A. | |
| He's the principal of principles, this love gone bad | |
| 'Cause now she knows she's wrong | |
| It hardly seems worth it, baby | |
| Too late in asking why | |
| He juggled his honesty | |
| With two balls and an alibi | |
| Now she knows that | |
| Now she knows that | |
| Now she knows she's wrong | |
| A walking poster boy for all that's good | |
| He got swallowed by the cracks before he understood | |
| She likes to think he loved her but it hurts so bad | |
| 'Cause now she knows she's wrong | |
| A walking monument to DNA | |
| Making love under the podium at the P.T.A. | |
| He's the principal of principles, this love gone bad | |
| 'Cause now she knows she's wrong |