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)
Johnny "guitar" (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, disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?

(alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' 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 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.

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

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

What a sweet lil' hunk o' heaven she 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 out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!

Girl! dis 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- 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 knew it! I knew it! I could 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 y'all 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!

Evil
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 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 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' 'speri- ment, me 'n de 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'! '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 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 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 little shoe! dat's what denny be doin'...work on jumbo time! go on! get de lil' pompadour up in de air again! I lik
Part! hmmm! like de olympics!

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

Where are your real clothes, are you going back to long island 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 fulfilment other men
M about!

Rhonda: (naked, the briefcase)
You've accomplished 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, our kind is the best kind!

Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just 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! 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 lawyers 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 glasses made...by women optometrists who promised never to tell!

We learned how to hide secret stuff, wrapped up in the of those severe terminal buns 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 pathetic sentimental totally useless personal 'girl-things' that smell l
He stuff put in the toilet paper. you played golf! you watched football! you drank beer! we evolved! we only look 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 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...