text: Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?
  God! This place is bigger than our apartment!
  Um, can I get a drink of water?
  You want some, huh?
  Oh wow! Hey, look at this tub! Wanna take a bath?
  What are you watching?
  Hello?
  Are you feeling okay?
  Day after day, the love turns gray
  Like the skin of the dying man
  And night after night, we pretend its 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
  Youll find my favourite axe
  Dont look so frightened, this is just a passing 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?
  Ah, no!
  Would you like to call the cops?
  Do you think its time I stopped?
  Why are you running away?