It sure did.

At least this was some nice quiet singing? They weren't being compelled to dance? Or revealing anything they didn't already know. . . .

"Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?
Ain't it the life you, you're lighting of the blaze?
Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?
Ain't you my baby? ain't you my babe?"

Okay, that was maybe a little rude, there.