Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dead

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite that in a theater before! how 'bout you, rhonda?

You're a worm, harry. drop dead. god, you're disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do on you?

(alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit de chump over deahh? see yo' draw's! uh-huhhhh! jes' couldn't hep y'seff, could ya! pheww! you best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'!
Ws we's sposed ta be un-destructable, but what you got ripenin' down dere be us all to de test! yow!

The prince tap-dances over to thing-fish, harry & rhonda.

prince: (fake broadway singing)
Pers'nally, dahlin', I found de wit de brief-case to be un-creedably stim-u-lat-nin'!

Eat shit, you overbearing male member of the scientific community!

What a sweet lil' hunk o' heaven she growed up t'be! when she were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! now she fuckin' d
Efcase, dumpin' de paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!

Girl! dis cocksucker mights be evil, but he am a prince! now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, i's it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- demnify wit his 'point-o-view!

Evil
Sho' nuff! um-hmm! yeah! you a wise ol' mammy! you fum, 'rijnlyy?

Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil
Goddam! I it! I knew it! I could jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! sho' get hot down deahh in de summer time!

Dat no lie...people be croakin' all over de fuckin' place! I sees y'all like dat sort o' thang...jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, be well into death 'n pestilence 'n shit! prob'ly got yo-seff qu
Ome 'spensive educashnin' fo ya!

prince:
Oh yeah! oh yeah! heh-heh! saint loomis! damn! some de up de lab-mo-tory got kin deah!

Naw! cain't be!

Evil
Oh hell yeah! de ugly dead muthafucker on de string deahh...he related to a buncha other ugly muthafuckers fum de east side...'n de curly-headed sho't lil' ugly dead muthafucker wit de dead
Been fuckin' de commissioner!

How you know so much 'bouts what gwine on down deahh, you evil cocksucker! y'all been stayin' quite well un-formed fum in de lab-mo-tory most yo' time!

prince:
Jes' might distress yo ass to dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!

You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!

Evil
Dat all dey givin' any mo'! muthafuckin' 'tater husbandry' be de wave o' de futchum in saint loomis! graduatin' class were over 700, 'n evvy one of 'em wit dem 'taters like de shrimp-mur
S at benny-hanny's!

(looking down at ob'dewlla)
What? huh? you wanna what? ob'dewlla, de prince jes' be shootin' de home-town shit heahh! he ain't gwine give us no mo' provlem! what you mean, girl? okay, okay! go 'n fuck de lil' crab-gr
Aby wit de enormous white pompadour! go on deah. git down wit yo' nasty ol' degenerate seff!

Thing-fish puts the crab-grass baby on the floor and positions ob'dewlla over it. he places his foot on ob'dewlla's back and pumps both of up and down. as the computer- speech drones on, th
Ish the spectacle, commenting...

(contd.)
Twist 'n shout! it on out ('n in)! hmmm! get down! go on! give him a little shoe! dat's what denny be doin'...work on jumbo evvy time! go on! get de lil' pompadour up in de air again! I lik
Part! hmmm! jes' de olympics!

It's-it's fascinating the way things are themselves around here! i-i never would have sus- pected anything like this when we came in!

Where are your real clothes, harry? are you back to long island like that?

I nothing to be ashamed of! I have a lovely body. everyone will understand! i've-i've accom- plished something tonight! I really believe that! I've found a sort of fulfilment other men only
M about!

(naked, re-stuffing the briefcase)
You've nothing! nothing at all! you're a mere worm...less than that...you're a useless all-american 'man-worm'! the most disgusting creature on the face of the earth. phooey on you!
S like you would be nothing without me and my kind! we are the future, harry! not you! we don't need you and your kind, because our is the best kind!

is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen, harry! smell it quick, you submissive little cocksucker, 'cause I'm wiping it off... any minu
W!

This is symbolism, harry! really deep, intense, thought-provoking broadway symbolism! this isn't girls', harry! this is the way it really is...i'm talking to you, harry! we hate you! we a
Dern, harry! you are not 'modern'! are not modern!

While you became lawyers and accountants, and read playboy and bought a pipe, we planned and dreamed and fucked our briefcases you weren't looking! yes, harry! that's right! and we've actu
able to reproduce ourselves that way...for years, harry, but you never knew! did you? you worm.

We had special glasses made...by women optometrists who promised never to tell!

We learned how to hide secret stuff, wrapped up in the middle of those severe terminal buns we wear! little transmitters, harry! receivers! oh...don't pretend to be surprised, harry! we e
Ad room left over in there for all of our most favorite little embroidered delicate secretly feminine helpless pathetic sentimental totally useless personal 'girl-things' that smell l
He stuff they put in the toilet paper. you played golf! you watched football! you drank beer! we evolved! we only like wandas and rhondas! we are superb, harry! we are sublime! we are perfe
Every way! and you? what are you? you are the cocksucker...jizzing all over your leather cocksucker costume after beating the snot out of yourself with a rubber mammy!

I simply can't you, harry! you are no good. go ahead! smell the pen! go on...i'm wip- ing it harry...there you go...