Cabaret

It sounds like a cabaret to you That's what you said I could live a thousand years and still not know just what you meant It sounds like a cabaret to you What can I say? When I know that you would feel that way about anything I play I'll bet my songs all sound the same to you I'll bet they fuckin' do I'll bet they sound the same because you've only heard like two I'll bet my shit all sounds the same to you I'll bet it fuckin' does Given the circumstances, that does not amount to much How could you do it on my turf, in my own home, to my own kids? About what's so absolutely mine And if you played me one of hers and it sounds better than my own I'd have to eat a gun and fuck off to thе sky And if it's worse than most of mine, well, that still sucks ass too And I am still fuckеd even if it's just the same You would have a better chance of getting into heaven if instead You nailed me drunk and screamed her name It sounds like a cabaret to you And I feel so small And I'm sure you didn't mean anything by it at all 'Cause everything is just okay to you It's in the past I'll bet you don't remember that you even fuckin' asked But how dare you make the offer? And I should've kicked your ass Given you a look that turned your slimy bones to ash If it hadn't been so shocking, if it hadn't hurt so bad Perhaps I could've moved my shaking hands to hit you back So, first of all, that I would still play for you Anything at all And it's just a fucking cabaret to you Suddenly I'm half as tall Goddamn it, you could call my house in bed with her Just to say that she was better And I'd still be half as mad about the whole affair Tell me which of your ten fingers have been how far in her mouth That you prefer the way she pulls your fuckin' hair Goddamn it, all the branches all the fuckin' implications Code and circuitry, inherent in your words The nerve of it, the gall, I should just put you underground And leave your unintended insults, all your shit code, for the worms It sounds like a cabaret to you, and what can I do? The sound of cities burning is a cabaret to you And I'll bet it sounds the same to you, all of my shit A nastier offense than if you'd gone after my near-perfect tits So don't play it for me I can't believe you took away one more song, don't play it for me You're a monster and you'll never live this down, so play it for me A cum shot to the face of God, don't play it for me You tell her I said she sounds great, but don't play it for me Well, it was never a fucking game for you Of course not And you're sure he's only sorry 'Cause he got caught You should've been safe, he loved you first Why would I fucking want him if he hurt you worse? Let's run away We'll go to France Even though I never fucking learned a lick of French I'll write you letters, I'll write you every day And they will say whatever you would like for them to say How could he do it on our turf, in our own homes, to our own kids? How could he paint everything so red? And if he'd played me one of yours I'd still be listening to it now And I would've cried my eyes right out of my fucking head Well, it was never a cabaret for you, of course not I mean, I think he told me your songs lean a little more towards pop You should've been safe, he loved you worse How could I ever love him if he hurt you first? Let's run away We'll go to France Even though I never fucking learned a lick of French I'll write you letters, I'll write you every day And they will say whatever you need them to say