Did the seesaw nights put their hands on you?

I can't really say, I can't really say



Are you swinging from the eaves in a tasteful noose?

I can't really say, I can't really say



You're following a flashlight down utility halls

And then you mumble to yourself that this has all been your fault

And oh, you're not laughing, you're not laughing, are you?



And now some local loser with a tape and a badge

Wants you to answer from the list of pointless questions to ask

And no he's not sincere, you're not sincere, are you?



Then the howls and moans pour from the black and it's a sea of blank faces straight to the back

Aggressively mediocre in every single way

Yet you're the only reason that they came



So if you have to keep singing then singing should be fine

And if it ain't what you had pictured

Yeah that sounds about right



Does it matter much to me to mean a thing to you?

I can't really say, I can't really say



They blather incessantly, every drossy last one

And then they clamour for attention vomiting opinions

But oh you weren't asking, you're not asking, are you?



Ain't it hard when you discover that the only thing you've ever loved is passing your hat

and anything that's got a pulse is doing just the same

and you're the only reason that you came



So if you have to keep singing then singing should be fine

And if it ain't what you had pictured then yeah that's about right

Said if you have to keep singing then singing should be fine

And if it ain't what you had pictured then yeah that sounds about right