{Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you! God, this place is bigger than our apartment Let me know when you're entering a room Yes sir!} {Uh, can I get a drink of water? I was wondering about You want some, huh? Yes} {Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take bath? I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time She wants to meet us, for her main What you watching?} {If you'll just let me know as soon as you can Mrs Bancroft Mrs Bancroft Hello? I don't understand Are you feeling okay?} Day after day, love turns gray, like the skin of a dying man And night after night, we pretend it's all right But I have grown older and you have grown colder And nothing is very much fun any more And I can feel one of my turns coming on I feel cold as a razor blade Tight as a tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum Run to the bedroom in the suitcase on the left You'll find my favorite axe Don't look so frightened This is just a pa**ing phase, one of my bad days Would you like to watch TV or get between the sheets Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would ya? Would you like to see me try? Aah! No Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away?