DJF

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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 tit's
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