Two wrongs don't make a rite

I knocked upon your door and asked the reason why?
I saw your eyes fill up, as you began to cry 
I saw that look you had, I didn’t mean to pry 
I just wanted to know, why you drove a screwdriver through my eye
It bloody hurt my dear, you drove it really deep 
It went into my brain, and you put me to sleep 

That look upon your face, as you answered the door 
Well baby I’m back again, but dead I am for sure 
The grave you dug for me it wasn’t very deep 
The light filtered through, so I couldn’t stay asleep 
The slabs you laid over me, I couldn’t hardly breathe 
You know  when you buried me, I was still alive, I just fell asleep 

I heard the barbecue, the meat smelled so divine 
I drank the wine you spilled, it totally blew my mind  
The music played so loud it woke me from deep slumber 
I heard you giving a guy, your mobile phone number 
You laughed and joked my dear, as I lay beneath your feet 
I listened to that same old song, you played it on repeat 
It was our wedding song, are you taking the piss 
I remember it all to clear, you put it on the wedding list 

You’re wondering why I’m back, I can see you look surprised 
Well baby, its revenge, and it’s time for you to die 
You begged me for your life, and then began to cry 
I looked deep into your eyes, then removed your eyes 
I took the shovel, which was leant against the wall 
Lifted it up above my head, brought it down and caved in your head 
you crawled around a bit 
why won't you bloody die 
you finally passed away 
and i started to cry 

I dug you a deeper grave, I set it next to mine 
I lay down beside you head, kissed it softly and then I said 
You shouldn’t have murdered me, it wasn’t very nice
I know, what I have done, doesn’t make things rite 
Because two wrongs don’t make a right.