[SPOKEN]
It’s ok man, we're cool
I wrote this a while ago

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

[Chorus]
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 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 should not amount to much

[VERSE 1]
How could you do it on my turf in my own home, to my own kids
On what's so absolutely mine
And if you play me one of hers and it's better than my own
I'll have to eat a gun and fuck off to the sky
And if it’s worse than most of mine that still sucks ass too
And I am still fucked even if it’s just the same
You’d have a better chance of getting into heaven if instead you fucked me drunk and screamed her name

[INTERLUDE]

[Chorus]
Sounds like a cabaret to you
I feel so small
And I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it at all
Everything is just ok to you
It's in the past
I’ll bet you don’t remember that you even fucking asked

[VERSE 2]
But how dare you make the offer
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

[INTERLUDE]

[BRIDGE]
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

[VERSE 3]
Goddamnit 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 she’d prefer the way she pulls your fuckin’ hair

Goddamit all the branches all the fuckin’ implications, coded circuitry, inherent in your words
The nerve of it the gall, I should just sing you underground and leave your unattended insults, all your shit code for the worm

[interlude]

Sounds like a cabaret to you, what can I do?
The sound of cities burning is a cabaret to you
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 sing for me

I can’t believe you made me lose one more song, don’t play it for me
You’re a monster and you’ll never live this down, don't play it for me
A cum shot to the face of God, don’t play it for me
You tell her I say she sounds great, but don’t play it for me