December slides into January
Which mutates into February
Which creeps towards March
There is a theory that obliterating Paul might have
Satisfied something but no, no
I’ve continued to have intense dreams about vivisection
My nightly blood lust continues to overflow
Hey pretty girl
Do you wanna dance
Do you wanna get lucky
Well this is your chance
The drinks are on me
Can I be frank
I’m doing quite well in my investment bank
What do you do, what do you do for a living
No don’t answer that
I don’t care, I’m just kidding
You can ignore my friends at the bar
They’re trying to score but they never get far
“Patrick, I thought we were supposed to be having dinner tonight. I thought we had reservations at Raw Space.”
“Sorry Evelyn, I had to rent some video tapes. I mean I had to return some video tapes. I mean I had to kill this fag and his fat dog on 67th St.”
“Oh, Mr. Bateman, have I ever told you I just adore your sense of humour?”
That was some girl
I forget her name
She thinks we’re in love
Does she think I’m insane
She’s not important, just kind of annoying
That’s a fine chardonnay you’re not enjoying
Oh never mind
Let’s quit this dive
My white M3 is parked outside
I’ll call my dealer
His product is clean
****, I don’t want to drive, let’s get a limousine
“Hey you, it’s me.”
*BEEP*
“You have reached Patrick Bateman’s number. He isn’t able to come to the phone right now so please leave a message after the tone.”
“Oh Patrick, you don’t think I’d recognize your real voice?”
“Leave me the **** alone, Luis, or I will decapitate you.”
“I hear the word you’re saying but you need to hear my words. I love you.”
*BEEP*
Oh, this is rich
I shouldn’t say
But this guy at work is totally gay
That’s all cool, to each his own
But some guy’s ass is not what I bone
I’m bored, let’s roll
Let’s go back to my place
And after a party
I can eat your face
Don’t be nervous
Invite your friends
The night is young but it all depends