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?