And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
 I feel cold as 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
 Just one of my bad days
 Would you like to watch T. V.?
 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 call the cops?
 Do you think it's time I stopped?
 Why are you running away?