Just yesterday I burned my hand on my sadness But I'm going back inside I'll dress the wound These kinds of things make me sick You should not listen to this If you know what's good, what's good for you Just leave your words at the door And find another place to hide You should have nothing to do with me You should have nothing to do with me If there ever was a time when discretion was needed It was yesterday when the curtain fell And covered the acts of those whose play-acting Cost more than the price on the ticket As if it were necessary for them To be here in the first place After all, we are watching the spectacle After all, we are watching the spectacle After all, we are watching the spectacle After all, we are watching the spectacle