What I did to your daughter last night...The things that she begged for when I turned off the light... If I told you, what would you do, that I knew that you’d done all those things that I did, too? I’m alive in the straight world. This is life in the straight world. Light of my light, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, the tip of my tongue. It’s not just this mattress we have to share. It’s the gag, the guilt, the lust that you buried in her. I’m alive in the straight world. This is life in the straight, straight, straight world. There’s no lovers. There’s not even friends. Everybody’s just a body in the end. We’re not family. No, we’re not even friends. We’re just bodies to bruise, to bend, to break, to borrow and lend. It’s the twist of the sheets. The smell of cheap cologne. It’s the daughters we father so we’re not sleeping alone. In the straight world. In the straight, straight world. I’m alive. This is life. In the straight, straight, straight, straight world.