[Intro]
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?"
"You are feeling very... relax"
"Argh!"
("I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you. Let me know when you're entering a room"
"Yes sir"
"I was wondering about"
"Yes"
"I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us‚ for her main. If you'll just let me know as soon as you can‚ Mrs Bancroft‚ Mrs Bancroft, hello? I don't understand")
[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
Day after day, the love turns gray
Like the skin of the 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
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite 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 ya?
Would you like to see me try?
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?"
"You are feeling very... relax"
"Argh!"
("I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you. Let me know when you're entering a room"
"Yes sir"
"I was wondering about"
"Yes"
"I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us‚ for her main. If you'll just let me know as soon as you can‚ Mrs Bancroft‚ Mrs Bancroft, hello? I don't understand")
[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
Day after day, the love turns gray
Like the skin of the 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
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite 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 ya?
Would you like to see me try?
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