One Of My Turns Lyrics

Oh my God, what a fabulous room!
Are all these your guitars?

(?) ...relax.

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If you'll just let me know as soon as you can....Mrs. Bancroft. Mrs. Bancroft...

Day after day
Love turns gray
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's alright
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun, anymore

But 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 the 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 stop?
Why are you running away?