Day after day Love turns gray Like the skin on a dying man 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, anymore And I can feel One of all 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 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 you like to see me try? Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away?
Ooooo Babe Don't leave me now Don't say it's the end of the road Remember the flowers I sent I need you, Babe To put through the shredder in front of my friends Oh Babe Don't leave me now How could you go? When you know how I need you To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night Oh Babe Don't leave me now How can you treat me this way? Running away I need you, Babe Why are you running away? [Pink:] "Aaaarrrrggghhh!!"
Daddy's flown across the ocean Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me? All in all it was just a brick in the wall All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
Goodbye cruel world, I'm leavin' you today. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye all you people, There's nothin' you can say To make me change my mind. Goodbye
Got a little black book with my poems in, Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on, Got those swollen hand blues, Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I got electric light, and I got second sight. Got amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know When I try to get through on the telephone to you, There'll be nobody home. I got the obligatory Hendrix perm And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I got nicotine stains on my fingers, I got a silver spoon on a chain. Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I got wild staring eyes, And I got a strong urge to fly, But I got nowhere to fly to (fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to). Oooooh, babe, when I pick up the phone, There's still nobody home. I got a pair of Gohill's boots, And I got fading roots
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that We would meet again Some sunny day. Vera! Vera, what has become of you? Does anybody else in here Feel the way I do
