Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dead

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

Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite like that in a theater before! how 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 rubber mammy 'do something' on you?

(alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! you been 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 we's sposed ta be un-destructable, but what you got ripenin' down be puttin' us all to de test! yow!

The evil tap-dances 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 chauvinist member of the scientific 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' 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 findin' it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- 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 like dat sort o' thang...jedgin' fum yo' wa'd-robe, y'all be well into death 'n pestilence 'n shit! prob'ly got yo-seff qu
Ome 'spensive 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!

Evil
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 quite well 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 mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!

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

prince:
Dat all dey givin' any mo'! muthafuckin' 'tater be de wave o' de futchum in saint loomis! graduatin' class were over 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 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 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 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! like de olympics!

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

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

I have 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 other men only
M about!

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

Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this 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 while you looking! yes, harry! that's right! and we've actu
Been able to reproduce ourselves way...for years, harry, but you never knew! did you? you worm.

We had special atomic glasses made...by 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! 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 child-like 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 all-american cocksucker...jizzing all over your leather cocksucker costume after beating the snot out of with a rubber mammy!

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