There's a flaw in the system, there's a crack in the sky.
I've taken the steps, but I'm not feeling high.
There's not enough money and there aren't enough girls.
Pretty sure these are signs it's the end of the world.
Take a deep breath, you're just spinning out.
What are the signs? What are you talking about?
The money and the girls, they're just transaction.
The better your angle, the bigger your fraction.
This can't be right. I climbed my climb.
All I see is soot and slime.
I don't feel good, and that's a crime.
Feels like I'm killing, killing time.
We're on our way, we're in our prime.
Enjoy the spoils, ignore the crime.
Somewhere the scent of burning.
Maybe it's killing, killing time...
Maybe it's me, or it's you, or it's us.
My head is on fire and there is no 'because'.
I gotta get out or it will not be pretty.
Wanna wreck some shit, or blow up the city.
It's the end of the world, veil is slipping.
The end of the world, not just tripping.
The end of the world rushing at us.
The end of the world, nothing matters...
Oh my god, breaking my heart.
Pretty funny guy when you fall apart.
Get another drink, do another line.
We're killing time, we're killing time.
Don't know about you, but I feel alright.
Got a table and a bottle, put in our lives.
Well, don't you see heaven is state of mind?
We're killing time, we're killing time...
We're killing time...
American Psycho the Musical Soundtrack Album Lyrics
American Psycho the Musical Soundtrack Lyrics
- Killing Times 2.0 by Original London Cast Recording
- Opening (Morning Routine) by Original London Cast Recording
- Cards by Original London Cast Recording
- You Are What You Wear by Original London Cast Recording
- Oh Sri Lanka by Original London Cast Recording
- True Faith by Original London Cast Recording
- Killing Time by Original London Cast Recording
- In The Air Tonight by Original London Cast Recording
- Hardbody by Original London Cast Recording
- If We Get Married by Original London Cast Recording
- Not A Common Man by Original London Cast Recording
- Mistletoe Alert by Original London Cast Recording
- Clean by Original London Cast Recording
- Killing Spree by Original London Cast Recording
- Nice Thought by Original London Cast Recording
- At The End Of An Island by Original London Cast Recording
- I Am Back by Original London Cast Recording
- A Girl Before by Original London Cast Recording
- Don't You Want Me? by Original London Cast Recording
- This Is Not An Exit by Original London Cast Recording
- Selling Out by Original London Cast Recording
- Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Original London Cast Recording
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Opening (Morning Routine)
by Original London Cast Recording
TELEVISION ADVERTISEMENTS:
"It took me nineteen years, but I finally developed a good relationship with my body."
"Today, computers are management tools, giving you a competitive edge..."
"24-hour, person-to-person service with every checking account. Where's the nearest ATM?"
"I don't clean anymore, because none of these ordinary cleaners give me what I want."
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Whenever I shower, sometimes twice, sometimes three times a day,
I use a honey-almond wash on my ripped body, and an exfoliating spearmint gel on my face.
I apply Clinique moisturiser and an anti-aging eye-balm before I shave,
With a razor and cream by Pour Hommes. No cologne on the face ever,
As the high alcohol content dries out your skin, and makes you look... older.
TELEVISION ADVERTISEMENT:
"Milk's about the best thing I can drink at the moment to help me build strong arms,
Powerful legs and a broad chest.
And when all my work is done, will you love me just for my body?
I can live with that. Milk: it does a body good."
PATRICK BATEMAN:
My suit today is an eighties drape from Alan Flusser with a bladed back
To accommodate my impressive physique.
My tie is by Valentino Couture; shoes by A.Testoni; underwear by Ralph Lauren.
RONALD REAGAN:
"And if all else failed, you could get a sense of patriotism from the popular culture.
The movies celebrated democratic values
And implicitly reinforced the idea that America was special.
TV was like that too; but now we're about to enter the nineties, and some things have changed..."
PATRICK BATEMAN:
The painting: a David Onica. The TV set: 30-inches, digital, Toshiba.
High-contrast, highly defined, plus it has picture-in-picture capabilities, PLUS freeze-frame.
My walkman, with autoreverse continuous play, is by Sony.
I am 26 years old, living in New York City at the end of the century,
And this is what being Patrick Bateman means to me...
"It took me nineteen years, but I finally developed a good relationship with my body."
"Today, computers are management tools, giving you a competitive edge..."
"24-hour, person-to-person service with every checking account. Where's the nearest ATM?"
"I don't clean anymore, because none of these ordinary cleaners give me what I want."
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Whenever I shower, sometimes twice, sometimes three times a day,
I use a honey-almond wash on my ripped body, and an exfoliating spearmint gel on my face.
I apply Clinique moisturiser and an anti-aging eye-balm before I shave,
With a razor and cream by Pour Hommes. No cologne on the face ever,
As the high alcohol content dries out your skin, and makes you look... older.
TELEVISION ADVERTISEMENT:
"Milk's about the best thing I can drink at the moment to help me build strong arms,
Powerful legs and a broad chest.
And when all my work is done, will you love me just for my body?
I can live with that. Milk: it does a body good."
PATRICK BATEMAN:
My suit today is an eighties drape from Alan Flusser with a bladed back
To accommodate my impressive physique.
My tie is by Valentino Couture; shoes by A.Testoni; underwear by Ralph Lauren.
RONALD REAGAN:
"And if all else failed, you could get a sense of patriotism from the popular culture.
The movies celebrated democratic values
And implicitly reinforced the idea that America was special.
TV was like that too; but now we're about to enter the nineties, and some things have changed..."
PATRICK BATEMAN:
The painting: a David Onica. The TV set: 30-inches, digital, Toshiba.
High-contrast, highly defined, plus it has picture-in-picture capabilities, PLUS freeze-frame.
My walkman, with autoreverse continuous play, is by Sony.
I am 26 years old, living in New York City at the end of the century,
And this is what being Patrick Bateman means to me...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Cards
by Original London Cast Recording
Magnificent.
Impressive.
So thick, and yet so light.
The lettering; Romalian.
The stock; it's eggshell white.
Don't take chances in the game.
It matters what you've drawn.
The question's not what's in a name, but what it's printed on.
(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's f*cking hard.
Oh baby baby, this can't be right
How I love your surfaces, How I love your type.
The impression that you make
-He thinks that I'm a fake.
Is always in your hand.
-Does he know who I am?
Either Constantia
-Says nice to see ya.
Or Comic Sans!
-But doesn't shake my hand.
In the corporate coliseum,
-Everyone that he meets.
The crowd calls for a showmate.
-They want to get to know him.
My font
-Is Cufla
Imperial!
-Nice material.
Yours Times New Roman
-I ain't no Willy Loman.
(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, it's really not that hard.
You'll find that when you get it right, a deal's made with a card.
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's f*cking hard.
Oh baby baby, I'll concede the game.
You played your hand well today, but soon you'll know my name...
Impressive.
So thick, and yet so light.
The lettering; Romalian.
The stock; it's eggshell white.
Don't take chances in the game.
It matters what you've drawn.
The question's not what's in a name, but what it's printed on.
(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's f*cking hard.
Oh baby baby, this can't be right
How I love your surfaces, How I love your type.
The impression that you make
-He thinks that I'm a fake.
Is always in your hand.
-Does he know who I am?
Either Constantia
-Says nice to see ya.
Or Comic Sans!
-But doesn't shake my hand.
In the corporate coliseum,
-Everyone that he meets.
The crowd calls for a showmate.
-They want to get to know him.
My font
-Is Cufla
Imperial!
-Nice material.
Yours Times New Roman
-I ain't no Willy Loman.
(Chorus)
Oh baby baby, it's really not that hard.
You'll find that when you get it right, a deal's made with a card.
Oh baby baby, you're such a card.
You make it look oh so easy, when I know it's f*cking hard.
Oh baby baby, I'll concede the game.
You played your hand well today, but soon you'll know my name...
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You Are What You Wear
by Original London Cast Recording
EVELYN:
This is a big birthday for Patrick, Courtney, so thank you for helping me co-host.
COURTNEY:
Anything for you, Evelyn. You look to die for.
EVELYN:
Thank you, Courtney.
I want blackened shark,
Mahi mahi.
Works so well
With Isaac Mizrahi.
COURTNEY:
I'll have soda,
And crème de menthe.
Tastes so good
With Oscar de Laurenta.
EVELYN:
The ginger mango soy black bass
Compliments the beige [bilglass?]
I will not touch
A drop of red wine
BOTH:
Don't wanna ruin the Calvin Klein.
Chanel, Gaultier, or Giorgio Armani
Moschino, Alia, or Norma Kamali
Should I rock
The Betsey Johnson
Or stick with classic
Comme des Garçon
No parachute
Or Fiarucci
I'm with Prada
I'm with Gucci
When one goes shopping
It's best to take care
As some of us know
You are what you wear.
EVELYN:
I will try on
These Mod Frisson
COURTNEY:
I think I'll go
To Ferragamo
EVELYN:
I don't know if
I'm such a fan
Of your purple suede Charles Jourdan.
BOTH:
But let's be clear,
There's nothing ironic
About our love of
Manolo Blahnik.
No, there's nothing
Remotely ironic
About our love of
Manolo Blahnik.
Chanel, Gaultier, or Giorgio Armani
Moschino, Alia, or Norma Kamali
Should I rock
The Betsey Johnson
Or stick with classic
Comme des Garçon
In a certain kind of neighborhood
You might get away with Vivian Westwood
But by von Furstenberg we swear
It's a wrap
You are what you wear.
EVELYN:
Hello?
JEAN:
Hi, Evelyn? I have Patrick for you.
EVELYN:
Patrick, are you getting excited, birthday boy? Now, listen, your brother and mother are already here -
She won't take off her sunglasses, she refuses to say anything - I'm worried she hates me, Patrick.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
No, she doesn't, she's just heavily medicated. Listen, can we add Paul Owen to the mix?
EVELYN:
What? Add who?
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Paul. Owen. Read my lips: it's for work.
EVELYN:
No, you are not screwing up my dinner party with your latest neurotic obsession.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
He's coming, Evelyn! I invited him, it's my birthday dinner.
EVELYN:
I will not have an odd number at my table, Patrick! This isn't Brooklyn!
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Well, invite someone else. Can't Courtney bring Luis?
COURTNEY:
Luis is flying back from Phoenix tonight.
EVELYN:
Luis is unavailable.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
F*ck sake, Evelyn, it doesn't matter. I'll bring Jean. Jean, are you still on the line?
JEAN:
I am.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
So, do you have plans tonight?
JEAN:
No, nothing I couldn't change, but Patrick, look, I -
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Perfect, then you'll come to Evelyn's.
JEAN:
What do I wear?
PATRICK BATEMAN:
What you have on is... Acceptable.
JEAN:
What am I supposed to do?
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Simple recon, Jean. Find out how a douchebag like Paul Owen managed to score the Fischer account.
CHORUS:
Chanel, Gaultier, or Giorgio Armani
Moschino, Alia, or Norma Kamali
Should I rock
The Betsey Johnson
Or stick with classic
Comme des Garçon
No parachute
Or Fiarucci
I'm with Prada
I'm with Gucci
Versoni, Versace,
Which one is best?
The guys just buzz,
Do I look underdressed?
This is a big birthday for Patrick, Courtney, so thank you for helping me co-host.
COURTNEY:
Anything for you, Evelyn. You look to die for.
EVELYN:
Thank you, Courtney.
I want blackened shark,
Mahi mahi.
Works so well
With Isaac Mizrahi.
COURTNEY:
I'll have soda,
And crème de menthe.
Tastes so good
With Oscar de Laurenta.
EVELYN:
The ginger mango soy black bass
Compliments the beige [bilglass?]
I will not touch
A drop of red wine
BOTH:
Don't wanna ruin the Calvin Klein.
Chanel, Gaultier, or Giorgio Armani
Moschino, Alia, or Norma Kamali
Should I rock
The Betsey Johnson
Or stick with classic
Comme des Garçon
No parachute
Or Fiarucci
I'm with Prada
I'm with Gucci
When one goes shopping
It's best to take care
As some of us know
You are what you wear.
EVELYN:
I will try on
These Mod Frisson
COURTNEY:
I think I'll go
To Ferragamo
EVELYN:
I don't know if
I'm such a fan
Of your purple suede Charles Jourdan.
BOTH:
But let's be clear,
There's nothing ironic
About our love of
Manolo Blahnik.
No, there's nothing
Remotely ironic
About our love of
Manolo Blahnik.
Chanel, Gaultier, or Giorgio Armani
Moschino, Alia, or Norma Kamali
Should I rock
The Betsey Johnson
Or stick with classic
Comme des Garçon
In a certain kind of neighborhood
You might get away with Vivian Westwood
But by von Furstenberg we swear
It's a wrap
You are what you wear.
EVELYN:
Hello?
JEAN:
Hi, Evelyn? I have Patrick for you.
EVELYN:
Patrick, are you getting excited, birthday boy? Now, listen, your brother and mother are already here -
She won't take off her sunglasses, she refuses to say anything - I'm worried she hates me, Patrick.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
No, she doesn't, she's just heavily medicated. Listen, can we add Paul Owen to the mix?
EVELYN:
What? Add who?
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Paul. Owen. Read my lips: it's for work.
EVELYN:
No, you are not screwing up my dinner party with your latest neurotic obsession.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
He's coming, Evelyn! I invited him, it's my birthday dinner.
EVELYN:
I will not have an odd number at my table, Patrick! This isn't Brooklyn!
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Well, invite someone else. Can't Courtney bring Luis?
COURTNEY:
Luis is flying back from Phoenix tonight.
EVELYN:
Luis is unavailable.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
F*ck sake, Evelyn, it doesn't matter. I'll bring Jean. Jean, are you still on the line?
JEAN:
I am.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
So, do you have plans tonight?
JEAN:
No, nothing I couldn't change, but Patrick, look, I -
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Perfect, then you'll come to Evelyn's.
JEAN:
What do I wear?
PATRICK BATEMAN:
What you have on is... Acceptable.
JEAN:
What am I supposed to do?
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Simple recon, Jean. Find out how a douchebag like Paul Owen managed to score the Fischer account.
CHORUS:
Chanel, Gaultier, or Giorgio Armani
Moschino, Alia, or Norma Kamali
Should I rock
The Betsey Johnson
Or stick with classic
Comme des Garçon
No parachute
Or Fiarucci
I'm with Prada
I'm with Gucci
Versoni, Versace,
Which one is best?
The guys just buzz,
Do I look underdressed?
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Oh Sri Lanka
by Original London Cast Recording
EVELYN:
Patrick, can you please do something? Your friends are ruining everything!
PATRICK:
Seriously Paul, Jene, there are more important things to worry about than, excuse me,
Sri Lanka or the death of downtown.
Apartheid, for one.
It's simply not done.
And we need to slow down the arms race.
When terrorism is fine, it keeps the commies in line
And ending world hunger will save face.
COURTNEY: Why exactly, is there an ice cube in my soy sauce?
EVELYN: To chill it, Courtney.
PATRICK:
The Middle East is a beast, a big drag at least.
It sure needs some kind of segue.
But the last thing we need in the land overseas, their displays of American meddling!
CHORUS:
Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find.
You are so distant, you are not one of mine.
PATRICK:
We need to ensure America's pure
And takes care of the domestic.
Old men and old ladies and babies with rabies,
The places where AIDS has infested.
Let's take some axes to Federal taxes
Let's throw away our inhibitions
Let's open the doors for standards and poors
And merges and acquisitions.
I hope you die, yuppie scum!
I can't believe that we came from.
All the same material.
The same dad the same mom
Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find.
You are so distant, you are not one of mine. / Let's take some axes to Federal taxes,
. /Let's throw away our inhibitions.
Oh Sri Lanka, you do not understand / Let's open the doors for standards and poors
You are so distant, you are a foreign land. / And merges and acquisitions.
. /Oh, Sri Lanka! Oh, Sri Lanka! Your love I cannot find!
Oh, Sri Lanka
Patrick, can you please do something? Your friends are ruining everything!
PATRICK:
Seriously Paul, Jene, there are more important things to worry about than, excuse me,
Sri Lanka or the death of downtown.
Apartheid, for one.
It's simply not done.
And we need to slow down the arms race.
When terrorism is fine, it keeps the commies in line
And ending world hunger will save face.
COURTNEY: Why exactly, is there an ice cube in my soy sauce?
EVELYN: To chill it, Courtney.
PATRICK:
The Middle East is a beast, a big drag at least.
It sure needs some kind of segue.
But the last thing we need in the land overseas, their displays of American meddling!
CHORUS:
Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find.
You are so distant, you are not one of mine.
PATRICK:
We need to ensure America's pure
And takes care of the domestic.
Old men and old ladies and babies with rabies,
The places where AIDS has infested.
Let's take some axes to Federal taxes
Let's throw away our inhibitions
Let's open the doors for standards and poors
And merges and acquisitions.
I hope you die, yuppie scum!
I can't believe that we came from.
All the same material.
The same dad the same mom
Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find.
You are so distant, you are not one of mine. / Let's take some axes to Federal taxes,
. /Let's throw away our inhibitions.
Oh Sri Lanka, you do not understand / Let's open the doors for standards and poors
You are so distant, you are a foreign land. / And merges and acquisitions.
. /Oh, Sri Lanka! Oh, Sri Lanka! Your love I cannot find!
Oh, Sri Lanka
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True Faith
by Original London Cast Recording
(New Order)
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
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Killing Time
by Original London Cast Recording
This can't go on forever. There's something wrong.
Feels like I'm dying all the time.
Can you feel it ending? Did it ever start?
Calm down, let's do another line.
I think I'm bleeding. I may start screaming.
One more bump and you'll be fine.
Keep on going and you, too, will find
The end is just a state of mind.
You go on without me, maybe I'll stay behind.
'Cause there's no finish at the finish line.
If we're dead already, then let's keep going.
What is left to hold us back?
We've all got out secrets (My pulse is pounding)
There's no way of knowing (And my heartbeat's gone)
If they'll be blood upon the track.
Keep on going, and you too will find
The end is just a state of mind.
You go on without me, maybe I'll stay behind.
There's no finish at the finish line.
'Cause when you've made it ('Cause when you made it)
What will you find (What will you find)
Heaven's just a (It's my) state of mind.
You are not moving mountains or changing lives.
You're just killing while you're killing time.
Feels like I'm dying all the time.
Can you feel it ending? Did it ever start?
Calm down, let's do another line.
I think I'm bleeding. I may start screaming.
One more bump and you'll be fine.
Keep on going and you, too, will find
The end is just a state of mind.
You go on without me, maybe I'll stay behind.
'Cause there's no finish at the finish line.
If we're dead already, then let's keep going.
What is left to hold us back?
We've all got out secrets (My pulse is pounding)
There's no way of knowing (And my heartbeat's gone)
If they'll be blood upon the track.
Keep on going, and you too will find
The end is just a state of mind.
You go on without me, maybe I'll stay behind.
There's no finish at the finish line.
'Cause when you've made it ('Cause when you made it)
What will you find (What will you find)
Heaven's just a (It's my) state of mind.
You are not moving mountains or changing lives.
You're just killing while you're killing time.
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In The Air Tonight
by Original London Cast Recording
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin,
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well I remember, I remember don't worry
How could I ever forget,
It's the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up,
No you don't fool me
The hurt doesn't show
But the pain still grows
It's no stranger to you and me
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord.
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin,
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well I remember, I remember don't worry
How could I ever forget,
It's the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up,
No you don't fool me
The hurt doesn't show
But the pain still grows
It's no stranger to you and me
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord.
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Hardbody
by Original London Cast Recording
PATRICK:
I like 'em like that.
I like a hard body.
I bet that after this class,
She teaches dirty karate.
GUY 2:
I like 'em like that.
I like a hard body.
The curve of her ass,
I guess it's not too shoddy.
MEN:
I like 'em like that.
I like a hard body.
She keeps a tiny rig,
But you know she's naughty.
HER:
Hey boy, stop talking like you got me.
Ya gotta impress me and I like a hard body.
Hey boy, you think that you can have me?
Stop staring at me, work your hard body.
MEN:
We like 'em like that.
We like hard bodies. *don't do it.
When she gets wet, she won't be so haughty.
We like 'em like that / We like 'em like that.
We like hard bodies / We like hard bodies
We want to taste their... / We want to taste their...
La....Dee.....Dah-Dee
Dialogue:
COURTNEY: What's the rest of your day like?
PATRICK: Ah...the gym. Then meetings. A show with Evelyn, if we can get tickets.
COURTNEY: Phantom?
PATRICK: No. Les Miz.
COURTNEY: Right. It's long, but good.
PATRICK: Oh, you've seen it?
COURTNEY: Luis took me last week. Listen, Patrick.
As much as I relish these afternoon trysts, we need to stop.
PATRICK: And why would we do that?
COURTNEY: Well, because, I was talking to my therapist...
PATRICK: Oh, God, uh-huh....yeah.....and what did he tell you to do?
COURTNEY: Ok, first of all, my therapist is a woman...
PATRICK: Oh, Goddammit, great...
COURTNEY: ....and I was talking to her about you.
And she thinks you might be bringing too much negativity into my life.
PATRICK: Uh huh, I see. So, because your therapist tells you to break up with....
COURTNEY: ...it's not just that. So...don't you feel guilty?
PATRICK: Why would I feel guilty?
COURTNEY: Because I'm your girlfriend's best friend.
PATRICK: Oh, by that reasoning, you should feel guilty too!
COURTNEY: I do. Not to mention, Luis is starting to suspect.
PATRICK: Oh God. Luis is....is....
COURTNEY: Don't you call him a faggot.
PATRICK: A DORK, I was going to say. A twit. Hey listen, I'm doing a survey of the women I f*ck.
Is it my muscles that excite you or the heft of my cock?
COURTNEY: Are you listening to me? We're stopping.
We're betraying Evelyn. We're betraying Luis.
PATRICK: Let me ask you Courtney. Hypothetically....if something were to happen to Luis,
An accident say, or a violent crime and he were out of the picture. Would you be upset?
COURTNEY: I can't answer that. It's too morbid. I'd be devastated.
PATRICK: Fine. Awesome.
COURTNEY: I hope things won't be weird between us now.
I hope we can go back to being friends.
PATRICK: Courtney, and please, don't take this the wrong way.
You're a babe. But no sex is worth this bullshit.
COURTNEY: F*ck you, Asshole.
MUSIC BEGINS / SEGUE
LUIS:
I always knew that.
He wants to want me.
He can't decide and so he taunts me.
He was lost for words.
When I caught his eye.
Now he knows, he's my kind of guy.
Oh boy, I felt his rock hard abs.
I didn't even have to ask and it's happening at last.
I like 'em like that.
I like a hard body.
I bet that after this class,
She teaches dirty karate.
GUY 2:
I like 'em like that.
I like a hard body.
The curve of her ass,
I guess it's not too shoddy.
MEN:
I like 'em like that.
I like a hard body.
She keeps a tiny rig,
But you know she's naughty.
HER:
Hey boy, stop talking like you got me.
Ya gotta impress me and I like a hard body.
Hey boy, you think that you can have me?
Stop staring at me, work your hard body.
MEN:
We like 'em like that.
We like hard bodies. *don't do it.
When she gets wet, she won't be so haughty.
We like 'em like that / We like 'em like that.
We like hard bodies / We like hard bodies
We want to taste their... / We want to taste their...
La....Dee.....Dah-Dee
Dialogue:
COURTNEY: What's the rest of your day like?
PATRICK: Ah...the gym. Then meetings. A show with Evelyn, if we can get tickets.
COURTNEY: Phantom?
PATRICK: No. Les Miz.
COURTNEY: Right. It's long, but good.
PATRICK: Oh, you've seen it?
COURTNEY: Luis took me last week. Listen, Patrick.
As much as I relish these afternoon trysts, we need to stop.
PATRICK: And why would we do that?
COURTNEY: Well, because, I was talking to my therapist...
PATRICK: Oh, God, uh-huh....yeah.....and what did he tell you to do?
COURTNEY: Ok, first of all, my therapist is a woman...
PATRICK: Oh, Goddammit, great...
COURTNEY: ....and I was talking to her about you.
And she thinks you might be bringing too much negativity into my life.
PATRICK: Uh huh, I see. So, because your therapist tells you to break up with....
COURTNEY: ...it's not just that. So...don't you feel guilty?
PATRICK: Why would I feel guilty?
COURTNEY: Because I'm your girlfriend's best friend.
PATRICK: Oh, by that reasoning, you should feel guilty too!
COURTNEY: I do. Not to mention, Luis is starting to suspect.
PATRICK: Oh God. Luis is....is....
COURTNEY: Don't you call him a faggot.
PATRICK: A DORK, I was going to say. A twit. Hey listen, I'm doing a survey of the women I f*ck.
Is it my muscles that excite you or the heft of my cock?
COURTNEY: Are you listening to me? We're stopping.
We're betraying Evelyn. We're betraying Luis.
PATRICK: Let me ask you Courtney. Hypothetically....if something were to happen to Luis,
An accident say, or a violent crime and he were out of the picture. Would you be upset?
COURTNEY: I can't answer that. It's too morbid. I'd be devastated.
PATRICK: Fine. Awesome.
COURTNEY: I hope things won't be weird between us now.
I hope we can go back to being friends.
PATRICK: Courtney, and please, don't take this the wrong way.
You're a babe. But no sex is worth this bullshit.
COURTNEY: F*ck you, Asshole.
MUSIC BEGINS / SEGUE
LUIS:
I always knew that.
He wants to want me.
He can't decide and so he taunts me.
He was lost for words.
When I caught his eye.
Now he knows, he's my kind of guy.
Oh boy, I felt his rock hard abs.
I didn't even have to ask and it's happening at last.
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If We Get Married
by Original London Cast Recording
Evelyn Williams: If we get married, we'd have such a wedding!
Patrick Bateman: You will be carried to your beheading...
Evelyn Williams: It's so romantic, we'll be in page six!
Patrick Bateman: Me in that rag, next to some trashy bitch...
Evelyn Williams: I'd like a huge diamond, won't settle for less!
Patrick Bateman: How many carrots or should I just guess? If you only knew...
Jean: If I only knew...
Evelyn Williams: If we get married.
Jean: Would he be happy?
Patrick Bateman: If you only knew...
Evelyn Williams: The band should be ethnic, perhaps a bit reggae.
Patrick Bateman: Maybe machine guns will make a good segway...
Jean: If he got married, he might relax?
Evelyn Williams: I'd serve him dinner.
Patrick Bateman: I'd swing an axe!
Jean: It's that look in his eyes that I don't understand...
Evelyn Williams: I'll burst into tears when he takes my hand!
Jean: When he holds my hand!
Patrick Bateman: When I cut off her hand! If you only knew...
Jean: If I only knew...
Evelyn Williams: If we get married.
Jean: Would I be happy?
Patrick Bateman: If you only knew...
Jean: If I only knew...
Evelyn Williams: If we get married...
Patrick Bateman: If you only knew...
Patrick Bateman: You will be carried to your beheading...
Evelyn Williams: It's so romantic, we'll be in page six!
Patrick Bateman: Me in that rag, next to some trashy bitch...
Evelyn Williams: I'd like a huge diamond, won't settle for less!
Patrick Bateman: How many carrots or should I just guess? If you only knew...
Jean: If I only knew...
Evelyn Williams: If we get married.
Jean: Would he be happy?
Patrick Bateman: If you only knew...
Evelyn Williams: The band should be ethnic, perhaps a bit reggae.
Patrick Bateman: Maybe machine guns will make a good segway...
Jean: If he got married, he might relax?
Evelyn Williams: I'd serve him dinner.
Patrick Bateman: I'd swing an axe!
Jean: It's that look in his eyes that I don't understand...
Evelyn Williams: I'll burst into tears when he takes my hand!
Jean: When he holds my hand!
Patrick Bateman: When I cut off her hand! If you only knew...
Jean: If I only knew...
Evelyn Williams: If we get married.
Jean: Would I be happy?
Patrick Bateman: If you only knew...
Jean: If I only knew...
Evelyn Williams: If we get married...
Patrick Bateman: If you only knew...
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Not A Common Man
by Original London Cast Recording
Look at history, open the books
There are statues with great looks
There are gods, there are kings
I'm pretty sure I'm the same thing.
Beyond boundaries, beyond rules
I've been taught in the best schools.
There is little I won't do, is the same thing true of you?
(Chorus)
I am needing so much more, every pleasure is a bore.
I am something other than a common man
I'm not a common man.
I do suspect I'm one of few.
I can show you something new.
All the constraints, they are all gone
I will confess no interest in right and wrong
(Chorus)
I am needing so much more, ever pleasure is a bore.
I am something other than a common man
I'm not a common man
I am reeling for a war
What's the difference? Whose keeping score?
There's no reason to be fair.
Doesn't matter when you're not there.
Are you loosing too much blood?
Let it flow (let it flow)
Let it flow (let it flow)
Just keep breathing, if you can
And you will see I'm not a common man. I am needing so much more, every pleasure is a bore.
I am something other than a common man. I'm not a common man.
(Spoken)
Sabrina will have a limp tomorrow.
Kristin will have a black eye and lacerations on her back from a coat hanger.
They will both leave my apartment bleeding. Okay.
There are statues with great looks
There are gods, there are kings
I'm pretty sure I'm the same thing.
Beyond boundaries, beyond rules
I've been taught in the best schools.
There is little I won't do, is the same thing true of you?
(Chorus)
I am needing so much more, every pleasure is a bore.
I am something other than a common man
I'm not a common man.
I do suspect I'm one of few.
I can show you something new.
All the constraints, they are all gone
I will confess no interest in right and wrong
(Chorus)
I am needing so much more, ever pleasure is a bore.
I am something other than a common man
I'm not a common man
I am reeling for a war
What's the difference? Whose keeping score?
There's no reason to be fair.
Doesn't matter when you're not there.
Are you loosing too much blood?
Let it flow (let it flow)
Let it flow (let it flow)
Just keep breathing, if you can
And you will see I'm not a common man. I am needing so much more, every pleasure is a bore.
I am something other than a common man. I'm not a common man.
(Spoken)
Sabrina will have a limp tomorrow.
Kristin will have a black eye and lacerations on her back from a coat hanger.
They will both leave my apartment bleeding. Okay.
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Mistletoe Alert
by Original London Cast Recording
(Sung:)
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
I want a party to remember
The fetivus New York December
Fabulous and perfect fact
A part no one will forget
The catering will be sublime
One of those waiters is more than fine
I hope the guests will be impressed
At least I won't be underdressed
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
(Spoken:)
The holidays are a difficult time for me
So I prepare for the coming onslaught of eggnog
And office parties
Of shopping and ice skating
With copious amount of drugs and alcohol
To dull the screaming
(Sung:)
And if the party starts to waiver
I hope somebody brings party favors
Or at least something risqué
A little naughty
Or a little gay
(Spoken:)
You look like shit
Are you okay?
I think it's too much red
It's making me anxious
Are you on something?
It's think I may be hallucinating
Well, then find a bathroom, Bateman
Splash some water on your face
Throw up
Do something
Yeah, yeah, I'll see you in Hell motherf*cker!
(Sung:)
I'll put some X in the eggnog
Wait for a while
The girls relax
All the girls start to smile
I'll open a gram
Watch them go
Now you see why Santa
Loves the snow
Some f*cking leaves
At the door
Can't wait till the girls
Are nailed to the floor
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
I want a party to remember
The fetivus New York December
Fabulous and perfect fact
A part no one will forget
The catering will be sublime
One of those waiters is more than fine
I hope the guests will be impressed
At least I won't be underdressed
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
Mistletoe, mistletoe alert
(Spoken:)
The holidays are a difficult time for me
So I prepare for the coming onslaught of eggnog
And office parties
Of shopping and ice skating
With copious amount of drugs and alcohol
To dull the screaming
(Sung:)
And if the party starts to waiver
I hope somebody brings party favors
Or at least something risqué
A little naughty
Or a little gay
(Spoken:)
You look like shit
Are you okay?
I think it's too much red
It's making me anxious
Are you on something?
It's think I may be hallucinating
Well, then find a bathroom, Bateman
Splash some water on your face
Throw up
Do something
Yeah, yeah, I'll see you in Hell motherf*cker!
(Sung:)
I'll put some X in the eggnog
Wait for a while
The girls relax
All the girls start to smile
I'll open a gram
Watch them go
Now you see why Santa
Loves the snow
Some f*cking leaves
At the door
Can't wait till the girls
Are nailed to the floor
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Clean
by Original London Cast Recording
PATRICK BATEMAN:
It takes Paul Owen five minutes to die, another thirty to stop bleeding;
I know, because I time it.
Afterwards, still wearing the bloodied raincoat,
I take a cab to Paul's apartment on the Upper East Side.
I let myself in with his keys.
A plan is taking shape in the folds of my brain,
But where should I send Paul on a business trip?
Rome, Amsterdam, Phoenix...
PAUL OWEN AND PATRICK BATEMAN: London!
PATRICK BATEMAN:
I'll send the bastard to England!
His answering machine!
PAUL OWEN: My answering machine!
PATRICK BATEMAN (impersonating PAUL OWEN): "Hi! This is Paul Owen!"
PAUL OWEN (as HIMSELF): Hi! This is Paul Owen!
PATRICK BATEMAN (impersonating PAUL OWEN):
"I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call,
But I'm in London for the next two weeks,
Taking the Fisher account to the next level.
If this is something business related,
You can reach me at the office at..."
CHORUS:
We are sinners.
Long-eyed sinners.
We are winners.
Wasted winner.
We are faceless.
Perfect faces.
We fixed the races.
And took our places.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
But I'm clean! I've become clean!
The things I've seen, and still I'm clean.
CHORUS:
Rise and shine, don't waste time.
Head to the terminals, head to the mines.
Present yourself as someone who knows in which direction capital flows.
Make it happen, make it rain, with conjuring and leisure domain.
Flash a smile, bear your teeth, they'll never guess what's underneath...
It takes Paul Owen five minutes to die, another thirty to stop bleeding;
I know, because I time it.
Afterwards, still wearing the bloodied raincoat,
I take a cab to Paul's apartment on the Upper East Side.
I let myself in with his keys.
A plan is taking shape in the folds of my brain,
But where should I send Paul on a business trip?
Rome, Amsterdam, Phoenix...
PAUL OWEN AND PATRICK BATEMAN: London!
PATRICK BATEMAN:
I'll send the bastard to England!
His answering machine!
PAUL OWEN: My answering machine!
PATRICK BATEMAN (impersonating PAUL OWEN): "Hi! This is Paul Owen!"
PAUL OWEN (as HIMSELF): Hi! This is Paul Owen!
PATRICK BATEMAN (impersonating PAUL OWEN):
"I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call,
But I'm in London for the next two weeks,
Taking the Fisher account to the next level.
If this is something business related,
You can reach me at the office at..."
CHORUS:
We are sinners.
Long-eyed sinners.
We are winners.
Wasted winner.
We are faceless.
Perfect faces.
We fixed the races.
And took our places.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
But I'm clean! I've become clean!
The things I've seen, and still I'm clean.
CHORUS:
Rise and shine, don't waste time.
Head to the terminals, head to the mines.
Present yourself as someone who knows in which direction capital flows.
Make it happen, make it rain, with conjuring and leisure domain.
Flash a smile, bear your teeth, they'll never guess what's underneath...
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Killing Spree
by Original London Cast Recording
PATRICK BATEMAN:
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 at 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.
EVELYN WILLIAMS (on phone):
Patrick, I thought we were supposed to be having dinner tonight?
I thought we had reservations at Raw.Space?
PATRICK BATEMAN (on phone):
Sorry Evelyn, I had to rent some videotapes- I mean,
I had to RETURN some videotapes- I mean,
I had to kill this fag and his fag dog on 67th Street.
EVELYN WILLIAMS (on phone):
Oh Mr Bateman! Have I ever told you, I just ADORE your sense of humour!
PATRICK BATEMAN:
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,
F*ck! I don't wanna drive,
Let's get a limousine!
LUIS CARRUTHERS (on phone): Hey you, it's me--
PATRICK BATEMAN (impersonating answerphone):
BEEP! You have reached Patrick Bateman's number.
He is unable to come to the phone right now.
So.. please leave a message... after the tone.
LUIS CARRUTHERS: Oh Patrick! You don't think I'd recognise your real voice?
PATRICK BATEMAN: Leave me the f*ck alone Luis, or I will decapitate you.
LUIS CARRUTHERS:
I hear the words you're saying, but you need to hear my words. I love you--
PATRICK BATEMAN:
BEEP!
Oh this is rich,
I shouldn't say,
But this guy at work is totally gay.
And 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,
Have an after party, I can eat your face.
Don't be nervous, invite your friends.
The night is young... but it all depends...
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 at 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.
EVELYN WILLIAMS (on phone):
Patrick, I thought we were supposed to be having dinner tonight?
I thought we had reservations at Raw.Space?
PATRICK BATEMAN (on phone):
Sorry Evelyn, I had to rent some videotapes- I mean,
I had to RETURN some videotapes- I mean,
I had to kill this fag and his fag dog on 67th Street.
EVELYN WILLIAMS (on phone):
Oh Mr Bateman! Have I ever told you, I just ADORE your sense of humour!
PATRICK BATEMAN:
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,
F*ck! I don't wanna drive,
Let's get a limousine!
LUIS CARRUTHERS (on phone): Hey you, it's me--
PATRICK BATEMAN (impersonating answerphone):
BEEP! You have reached Patrick Bateman's number.
He is unable to come to the phone right now.
So.. please leave a message... after the tone.
LUIS CARRUTHERS: Oh Patrick! You don't think I'd recognise your real voice?
PATRICK BATEMAN: Leave me the f*ck alone Luis, or I will decapitate you.
LUIS CARRUTHERS:
I hear the words you're saying, but you need to hear my words. I love you--
PATRICK BATEMAN:
BEEP!
Oh this is rich,
I shouldn't say,
But this guy at work is totally gay.
And 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,
Have an after party, I can eat your face.
Don't be nervous, invite your friends.
The night is young... but it all depends...
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Nice Thought
by Original London Cast Recording
Mrs Bateman:
He was a beautiful child
He made me laugh, he made me smile.
The golden path was paved
Still, he was so well behaved.
It's a funny thing,
He loved to dance, he loved to sing.
Such beautiful blonde curls,
I knew one day he'd rule the world.
Jean:
It's a nice thought,
Patrick as a little child.
Playing at the seaside,
His spirit free, his laughter wild
It's a nice thought, to think that underneath
He's baring his sweet soul, not his perfect teeth.
Mrs Bateman:
I shouldn't say it aloud, (Patrick)
Don't you know he makes his mother proud. (Bateman)
I hope he'll settle down, (Patrick)
He's so great with kids now. (Bateman)
You seem sweet, not like the other girls I meet. (Patrick)
You two would look so nice together, (Bateman)
If you wore a dress and your shoes were better. (Patrick)
Jean:
It's a nice thought,
But it's just a daydream
Getting to know him is harder than it may seem.
It's a nice thought
But I'm just a secretary
And all of this romance seems a little scary.
Spoken:
Patrick: Afterward, I try to remember something, anything, from my childhood.
And all I come up with is a picture from my mother's bedside table. My father.
He's wearing a six-button, double-breasted sportscoat from Brooks Brothers.
He's looking right into the camera. There's something wrong with his eyes.
He was a beautiful child
He made me laugh, he made me smile.
The golden path was paved
Still, he was so well behaved.
It's a funny thing,
He loved to dance, he loved to sing.
Such beautiful blonde curls,
I knew one day he'd rule the world.
Jean:
It's a nice thought,
Patrick as a little child.
Playing at the seaside,
His spirit free, his laughter wild
It's a nice thought, to think that underneath
He's baring his sweet soul, not his perfect teeth.
Mrs Bateman:
I shouldn't say it aloud, (Patrick)
Don't you know he makes his mother proud. (Bateman)
I hope he'll settle down, (Patrick)
He's so great with kids now. (Bateman)
You seem sweet, not like the other girls I meet. (Patrick)
You two would look so nice together, (Bateman)
If you wore a dress and your shoes were better. (Patrick)
Jean:
It's a nice thought,
But it's just a daydream
Getting to know him is harder than it may seem.
It's a nice thought
But I'm just a secretary
And all of this romance seems a little scary.
Spoken:
Patrick: Afterward, I try to remember something, anything, from my childhood.
And all I come up with is a picture from my mother's bedside table. My father.
He's wearing a six-button, double-breasted sportscoat from Brooks Brothers.
He's looking right into the camera. There's something wrong with his eyes.
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At The End Of An Island
by Original London Cast Recording
(Spoken)
PATRICK: To Tim Price's house?
EVELYN: Well, it's just sitting there, Patrick. I'll book us a helicopter.
PATRICK: As in an aircraft?
EVELYN: What would you have us do, Patrick, rent a Volvo?
EVELYN: (Sung)
We'll go for a bike ride
We'll head to the beach
If you bring the Prosecco
I'll bring the peach
Behind the hedges
There, down the lane
They're playing badminton
It's a dangerous game.
Dangerous game.
Well everything's glowing
All is sublime.
At the end of an island
In summertime.
PATRICK:
There's only one problem
I'm losing my mind
At the end of an island
In summertime
PATRICK: (Spoken)
We jog and go windsurfing.
We talk about romantic things like the moon-rise in October over the hills of Virginia.
We take bubble baths in Tim's big marble tub, go skinny dipping in the ocean,
Snuggle under cashmere blankets but, okay something is off.
One morning, whilst shopping for croissants at Dean & DeLucas in town I swear I see Tim Price looking at me...
No, no, no. It's just my reflection in the window.
EVELYN: (Sung)
A big garden party
Madras and stripes.
PATRICK: This place is infested with familiar types.
EVELYN:
Some wearing loafers
Some, espadrilles.
PATRICK: Get me a vodka
Pass me the pills.
PATRICK: (Spoken)
At night, I find myself digging up baby crabs under a sky so clear
I can see the entire solar system and sand dunes lit by it seems almost lunar in scale.
EVELYN:
Where should we have dinner tonight, darling? Declavins?
PATRICK: This morning, I microwaved a beach jellyfish and devoured half of it
EVELYN:
No, you're right, I am gaining weight out here.
Well everything's glowing
All is sublime.
At the end of an island
In summertime.
There's only one problem
I'm losing my mind.
At the end of an island
In summertime.
PATRICK: To Tim Price's house?
EVELYN: Well, it's just sitting there, Patrick. I'll book us a helicopter.
PATRICK: As in an aircraft?
EVELYN: What would you have us do, Patrick, rent a Volvo?
EVELYN: (Sung)
We'll go for a bike ride
We'll head to the beach
If you bring the Prosecco
I'll bring the peach
Behind the hedges
There, down the lane
They're playing badminton
It's a dangerous game.
Dangerous game.
Well everything's glowing
All is sublime.
At the end of an island
In summertime.
PATRICK:
There's only one problem
I'm losing my mind
At the end of an island
In summertime
PATRICK: (Spoken)
We jog and go windsurfing.
We talk about romantic things like the moon-rise in October over the hills of Virginia.
We take bubble baths in Tim's big marble tub, go skinny dipping in the ocean,
Snuggle under cashmere blankets but, okay something is off.
One morning, whilst shopping for croissants at Dean & DeLucas in town I swear I see Tim Price looking at me...
No, no, no. It's just my reflection in the window.
EVELYN: (Sung)
A big garden party
Madras and stripes.
PATRICK: This place is infested with familiar types.
EVELYN:
Some wearing loafers
Some, espadrilles.
PATRICK: Get me a vodka
Pass me the pills.
PATRICK: (Spoken)
At night, I find myself digging up baby crabs under a sky so clear
I can see the entire solar system and sand dunes lit by it seems almost lunar in scale.
EVELYN:
Where should we have dinner tonight, darling? Declavins?
PATRICK: This morning, I microwaved a beach jellyfish and devoured half of it
EVELYN:
No, you're right, I am gaining weight out here.
Well everything's glowing
All is sublime.
At the end of an island
In summertime.
There's only one problem
I'm losing my mind.
At the end of an island
In summertime.
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I Am Back
by Original London Cast Recording
(Sung)
Thank god New York City
That Long Island is pretty shitty
In my kind of town
They how to please and don't f*ck around.
I've got a pretty good plan
To complement my perfect tan
A prostitute, a friend.
A messy, satisfying end.
Need I remind you of an obvious fact?
I am back (He is back)
Did you think I was an amateur or just a weekend pack?
I am back (He is back)
(Spoken)
Christine, Sabrina, Sabrina
Hello ladies, long time.
Hi Paul.
Where've you been Paul?
Oh I've been in London on some business
I'm not really allowed to talk about it but I can assure you it was incredibly important.
This is a new place.
I moved, do you like it?
It's a palace compared to the other apartment.
It's not that much nicer.
What did you do with that painting?
I burned it, it was worthless. Listen, I would really like to see the two of you get it on.
But... not like last time?
No, Christine, nothing like last time.
(Sung)
I'm ready to restart,
To excavate some bleeding heart.
I'm ready for release,
A little violence to bring me peace.
I'll take the strong position,
I don't have any inhibitions,
If you want to watch let me know,
I've got it caught on video.
The look of fear in your eyes when I attack.
I am back (He is back)
And you will know it when you're stretched up on the rack,
I am back (He is back)
I am back (He is back)
I am back (He is back)
(Spoken)
I hack off Christine's legs.
You know, I think she's still alive because she's bleeding heavily from the stumps so I use them to scrawl in blood
Red letters across Paul Owen's walls something from my memory from it seems a lifetime ago
"ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE".
Thank god New York City
That Long Island is pretty shitty
In my kind of town
They how to please and don't f*ck around.
I've got a pretty good plan
To complement my perfect tan
A prostitute, a friend.
A messy, satisfying end.
Need I remind you of an obvious fact?
I am back (He is back)
Did you think I was an amateur or just a weekend pack?
I am back (He is back)
(Spoken)
Christine, Sabrina, Sabrina
Hello ladies, long time.
Hi Paul.
Where've you been Paul?
Oh I've been in London on some business
I'm not really allowed to talk about it but I can assure you it was incredibly important.
This is a new place.
I moved, do you like it?
It's a palace compared to the other apartment.
It's not that much nicer.
What did you do with that painting?
I burned it, it was worthless. Listen, I would really like to see the two of you get it on.
But... not like last time?
No, Christine, nothing like last time.
(Sung)
I'm ready to restart,
To excavate some bleeding heart.
I'm ready for release,
A little violence to bring me peace.
I'll take the strong position,
I don't have any inhibitions,
If you want to watch let me know,
I've got it caught on video.
The look of fear in your eyes when I attack.
I am back (He is back)
And you will know it when you're stretched up on the rack,
I am back (He is back)
I am back (He is back)
I am back (He is back)
(Spoken)
I hack off Christine's legs.
You know, I think she's still alive because she's bleeding heavily from the stumps so I use them to scrawl in blood
Red letters across Paul Owen's walls something from my memory from it seems a lifetime ago
"ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE".
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A Girl Before
by Original London Cast Recording
He doesn't sound alright,
His voice a little thin.
Doe he need someone
The way that I need him?
Does everything he has amount to enough?
Does he need someone to hold when it gets rough?
Am I someone he could linger on?
On would he simply move along?
Am I someone he would love more?
Would I be just the girl before?
A girl before.
A girl before.
He looks at me sometimes,
In a certain way.
All the fears I have
Seem to fade away.
I know that I'm a fool,
To think that this is real.
I'm breaking every rule
'Cause this is how I feel.
Am I someone he could linger on?
Or would he simply move along?
Am I someone he could love more?
Would I be just the girl before?
A girl before.
A girl before.
His voice a little thin.
Doe he need someone
The way that I need him?
Does everything he has amount to enough?
Does he need someone to hold when it gets rough?
Am I someone he could linger on?
On would he simply move along?
Am I someone he would love more?
Would I be just the girl before?
A girl before.
A girl before.
He looks at me sometimes,
In a certain way.
All the fears I have
Seem to fade away.
I know that I'm a fool,
To think that this is real.
I'm breaking every rule
'Cause this is how I feel.
Am I someone he could linger on?
Or would he simply move along?
Am I someone he could love more?
Would I be just the girl before?
A girl before.
A girl before.
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Don't You Want Me?
by Original London Cast Recording
[ Originally by The Human League ]
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you out, I shook you up
And turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet
Success has been so easy for you
But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now
And I can put you back down too.
Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
When you think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
That much is true
But even then I knew I'd find a much better place
Either with or without you
The five years we have had have been such good at times
I still love you
But now I think it's time I lived my life on my own
I guess it's just what I must do
Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me
It's much too late find
When you think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
[REPEAT x3]
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
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This Is Not An Exit
by Original London Cast Recording
(Spoken)
In the end no one is safe,
Nothing is redeemed
And yet I am blameless
As I come face to face with the truth.
A truth.
(Sung)
Maybe this schism is just a symptom
Of late capitalism
Of saviors died and risen
Of worlds that wouldn't listen
To their own collapse.
Even if this story
Is overwrought and gory
It's not a fable, it's not an allegory
No cautionary tale, no momento mori
Or a vague perhaps.
Maybe you've been slaughtered
Maybe you've been kissed
Either way means nothing
I simply don't exist
Look at what's been done here
Judge it how you wish
I am all alone here
I am a solipsist
This is what we come to
What we have become
I am not a person
Known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit.
Am I just a version of the end of days?
Am I just an effect of a modern phase?
Am I just the end point of the grand parade?
Should we be afraid?
Maybe you've been slaughtered
Maybe you've been kissed
Either way means nothing
I simply don't exist
Look at what's been done here
Judge it how you wish
I am all alone here
I am a solipsist
This is what we've come to
What we have become
I am not a person known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit.
None of this exists for me
This is all a fantasy
There is no future here
There is no history
None of this is real
It's not a reality
None of this exists for me
There is no consistency
There's only entropy
And even though I've tried and tested
(I) Know that this is not an exit
Now.
(Spoken)
I am 27 years old living in New York City at the end of the century. This is what being Patrick Bateman means to me.
In the end no one is safe,
Nothing is redeemed
And yet I am blameless
As I come face to face with the truth.
A truth.
(Sung)
Maybe this schism is just a symptom
Of late capitalism
Of saviors died and risen
Of worlds that wouldn't listen
To their own collapse.
Even if this story
Is overwrought and gory
It's not a fable, it's not an allegory
No cautionary tale, no momento mori
Or a vague perhaps.
Maybe you've been slaughtered
Maybe you've been kissed
Either way means nothing
I simply don't exist
Look at what's been done here
Judge it how you wish
I am all alone here
I am a solipsist
This is what we come to
What we have become
I am not a person
Known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit.
Am I just a version of the end of days?
Am I just an effect of a modern phase?
Am I just the end point of the grand parade?
Should we be afraid?
Maybe you've been slaughtered
Maybe you've been kissed
Either way means nothing
I simply don't exist
Look at what's been done here
Judge it how you wish
I am all alone here
I am a solipsist
This is what we've come to
What we have become
I am not a person known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit.
None of this exists for me
This is all a fantasy
There is no future here
There is no history
None of this is real
It's not a reality
None of this exists for me
There is no consistency
There's only entropy
And even though I've tried and tested
(I) Know that this is not an exit
Now.
(Spoken)
I am 27 years old living in New York City at the end of the century. This is what being Patrick Bateman means to me.
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Selling Out
by Original London Cast Recording
The streets are humming
I can feel what's coming
I say uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
You see me gliding
But there's something hiding
In the shadow, shadow, shadow
I may be dealing
With a nameless feeling
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
But everyone keeps saying
That I look amazing
So I don't know, don't know, don't know
I want it all
(Uh-oh)
The next transaction
Come on sell it out
(Uh-oh)
You're my next distraction
Come on baby sell it out
There's a race we're running
To the break down coming
We say uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
We look expensive
But we're apprehensive cause we
Don't know, don't know, don't know
Do you think I'm saying
We should all start praying
No-no, no-no, no-no
We're not complaining
Cause the cash keeps raining
So I don't know, don't know, don't know
I want it all
(Uh-oh)
The next transaction
Come on sell it out
(Uh-oh)
A chain reaction
Come on baby sell it out
(Uh-oh)
Some satisfaction
Come on baby sell it out
I feel it in my heart
That it's all about to start
But I don't know, don't know, don't know
Everything I'm telling you
Is a dream I'm selling you
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
You bought it all
(Uh-oh)
Bought it, bought it
Even when we were selling out
(Uh-oh)
You bought it, bought it
Even when we were selling out
(Uh-oh) x5
You bought it, bought it
I can feel what's coming
I say uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
You see me gliding
But there's something hiding
In the shadow, shadow, shadow
I may be dealing
With a nameless feeling
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
But everyone keeps saying
That I look amazing
So I don't know, don't know, don't know
I want it all
(Uh-oh)
The next transaction
Come on sell it out
(Uh-oh)
You're my next distraction
Come on baby sell it out
There's a race we're running
To the break down coming
We say uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
We look expensive
But we're apprehensive cause we
Don't know, don't know, don't know
Do you think I'm saying
We should all start praying
No-no, no-no, no-no
We're not complaining
Cause the cash keeps raining
So I don't know, don't know, don't know
I want it all
(Uh-oh)
The next transaction
Come on sell it out
(Uh-oh)
A chain reaction
Come on baby sell it out
(Uh-oh)
Some satisfaction
Come on baby sell it out
I feel it in my heart
That it's all about to start
But I don't know, don't know, don't know
Everything I'm telling you
Is a dream I'm selling you
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
You bought it all
(Uh-oh)
Bought it, bought it
Even when we were selling out
(Uh-oh)
You bought it, bought it
Even when we were selling out
(Uh-oh) x5
You bought it, bought it
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Everybody Wants To Rule The World
by Original London Cast Recording
[ Originally by Tears for Fears ]
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it ?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
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American Psycho is a musical with music and lyrics by Duncan Sheik and a book by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa. It is based on the controversial 1991 novel American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis, which also inspired a 2000 film of the same name, that starred Christian Bale. Set in Manhattan during the Wall Street boom of the late 1980s, American Psycho is about the daily life of Patrick Bateman, a young and wealthy investment banker who is also secretly a serial killer.
The musical received its world premiere at London's Almeida Theatre in 2013, directed by Rupert Goold and starring Doctor Who actor Matt Smith. A Broadway production began preview performances on 24 March 2016, at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre, directed by Goold and starring Benjamin Walker as Patrick Bateman.
Sheik's music, as presented in London, was an entirely electronic score, with extracts from 1980s songs in-between. The London cast album was released in March 2016.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Musical, Soundtrack The musical received its world premiere at London's Almeida Theatre in 2013, directed by Rupert Goold and starring Doctor Who actor Matt Smith. A Broadway production began preview performances on 24 March 2016, at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre, directed by Goold and starring Benjamin Walker as Patrick Bateman.
Sheik's music, as presented in London, was an entirely electronic score, with extracts from 1980s songs in-between. The London cast album was released in March 2016.
-Wikipedia
Released: January 1st, 2016
Year: 2016