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)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

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

You're a worm, harry. drop dead. god, you're disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is 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 we's sposed ta be un-destructable, but what you got ripenin' down dere be 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 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 hunk o' heaven 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 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 it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- demnify wit his 'point-o-view!

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

Why...uh...saint loomis!

Evil
Goddam! I knew it! I knew it! I 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, y'all be well into '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! some de up de lab-mo-tory got kin deah!

Naw! really? be!

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

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

Evil
Jes' distress yo ass to loin 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 'tater back de ol' alma-motta!

Evil
Dat all dey givin' any mo'! muthafuckin' 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 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 lil' 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 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 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 themselves around here! i-i 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 have 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 accomplished 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. 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!

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 'dream girls', harry! this is the way it really is...i'm 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 weren't looking! yes, harry! that's right! and we've
Been able to reproduce ourselves that way...for years, harry, but you never knew! did 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 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 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 look like wandas and rhondas! we are superb, harry! we are sublime! we are
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 yourself with a 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...