[Intro – whispered through cracks in the walls] The guests are coming. I — there is no time to prepare. It will not be long until they arrive. No time to flee. I must scrub the walls. I wash. I comb my hair, I fix my face. I need to prepare their feast. Make it look like I was not — Eek!!! [Verse I] The guests are coming. I fear they might already be here. They thirst. They eat. They remember the deal. I must prepare their meal. [Chorus] The guests are coming. This is the moment — I fear they will never leave. They like it warm. They like it moist. They like when I pretend it is an honor. They clap when I shake. They love the sounds I make. Are they here? I am not ready will they care. They will drink the air, they will chew the light. They will make me say it twice— [Verse II] I fold napkins. I arrange chairs. I am so — scared. I can feel it— they are — almost. Here. I must hurry! I must prepare! They expect perfection! I must always show my fear! They love that part. It smells like home to them. [Bridge] The guests are... Oh, no. The clock suffocates on its last second. No time. The doorknob turns—slow. Polite. They arrive wearing my old skin. I invite them in. I hear them practice small talk. Their laughter scalds. They ask if I am still tender. [Whispered] I say yes. I always say yes. [Final Chorus] The guests are here. They like when I whisper please. They like when I blame myself. [Finale] The table is set. They tell me to lay as they find their seats. They praise me. They tell me I have done so well. That I have once again outdone myself. I close my eyes and thank them. They start with my hands. They start with my hands. [Outro] aa-A-AAAH! No! Please! Please! AAAAH-AAAAAAH! AAAHHHHHHH!
