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)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (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 did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?

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

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

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

Eat shit, you male chauvinist 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 kept her face open like dis... fo de salami dat never 'rived! now she fuckin' d
Efcase, de paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' 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!

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

Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil
Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I could jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! 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, 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! loomis! damn! some 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 ugly dead muthafuckers fum de east side...'n de 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 cocksucker! y'all been stayin' 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' ment, me 'n de country westin muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!

You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater 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 over 700, 'n evvy one of 'em dealin' wit dem 'taters like de
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 'head 'n fuck de crab-gr
Aby wit de enormous white pompadour! go on deah. git wit yo' nasty lil' 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 them up and down. as the 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 pompadour up in de air again! I lik
Part! hmmm! like de olympics!

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

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

I have nothing to be ashamed of! I have a lovely body. everyone 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 accomplished nothing! nothing at all! 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 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 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 'dream girls', harry! this is the way it 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 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 secret stuff, wrapped up in the middle of those severe terminal buns we wear! little transmitters, harry! little receivers! oh...don't pretend to be surprised, harry! we e
Ad left over in there for all of our most favorite little embroidered delicate secretly feminine 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 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...