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 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 had 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 clamor 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.