Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dead

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

Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything like 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 up to wit de chump over deahh? lemme see yo' draw's! uh-huhhhh! jes' couldn't hep y'seff, could ya! pheww! you best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'!
Ws sposed ta be un-destructable, but what you got ripenin' down dere be puttin' us all to de test! yow!

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

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

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

What a sweet lil' hunk o' she growed up t'be! when she were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept 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' talkin' dirty to a 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 findin' it consid'rubly mo' to in- demnify wit his 'point-o-view!

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

Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil
Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I could jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! sho' get hot down deahh in de 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, y'all be well death 'n pestilence 'n shit! prob'ly got yo-seff qu
Ome educashnin' goin' fo ya!

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

Naw! cain't be!

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

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

Evil
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater '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!

prince:
Dat all dey givin' any mo'! muthafuckin' 'tater husbandry' be de wave o' de futchum in saint loomis! graduatin' class were 700, 'n evvy one of 'em dealin' 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 gwine give us no mo' provlem! what you mean, girl? okay, okay! go 'head 'n fuck de lil' crab-gr
Aby wit de enormous white pompadour! go on deah. git down wit yo' nasty lil' ol' 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 of them up and down. as the computer- speech drones on, th
Ish the spectacle, commenting...

(contd.)
Twist 'n shout! work 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' up in de air again! I lik
Part! hmmm! like de olympics!

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

Where are your clothes, harry? are you going 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!

Rhonda: (naked, 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!

Man-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 cocksucker, 'cause I'm wiping it off... any minu
W!

This is symbolism, harry! really deep, intense, broadway symbolism! this isn't 'dream 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 and accountants, and read playboy and bought a pipe, we planned and dreamed and fucked our briefcases while you weren't looking! yes, harry! that's right! and we've actu
Been able to reproduce ourselves that way...for years, harry, but you never knew! did you worm.

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

We learned how to hide secret stuff, wrapped up in the middle of those severe terminal we wear! little transmitters, harry! little 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 child-like helpless pathetic sentimental totally 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 all-american cocksucker...jizzing all over your leather cocksucker costume after beating the out of yourself with a rubber mammy!

I simply respect you, harry! you are no good. go ahead! smell the pen! go on...i'm wip- ing it harry...there you go...