Put your hand on the computer, doesn't that feel better now? Early one day, I got up the strength to call you on the phone. Why did you grow a beard? What the Christ, what the Devil? Hangin' out while the monkeys type away, waiting in my room all day. I think, maybe, but I don't know, but I'm staring to feel like I've got a brain problem situation on my hands.

He looks down down down down, and he looks down down down down...I keep talking to the microphone, but it's like talking to a wall of brick...it makes me sick. In the vestibule, from my best of you and yours. Oh, radio, can't you hear...hear my plea? Down at the shore there's a place where there's no one vacationing.

Got a job at the crumb factory, it's my very first job. Now you're crying the tiny, fake tear that you cry. In the studio, there in the studio. Kendra McCormic, no longer lives in this dorm, now she is free...Kendra is free. He had a name, he had an unlikely name. Yeah the deranged millionaire, he lived in a secret location burnin' money all day. And people from miles around were miles away.

Why must I answer to a public that doesn't appreciate me? How can I tell them? What's in store for me? She was a hotel detective in the future, she had a hundred mechanical fingers, she held an electrical eyeball, she shot the beam of the laser into my heart- into my heart. I can't hang out with the haunted eye...though I don't know why. I was born in a crypt a hundred years ago, a spider was my mom...

All hands on deck, it's my turn to deal. We are all alive...

Cast your rod to the wind.