Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
murphy brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

Once a time, musta been 'round october, few years back, in one o' dose top secret lab-motories de gubbnint keep stashed away underneath virginia, an evil prince, occasion'ly employed as a p
Ime theatrical criticizer set to woikin' on a plot fo de systematic genocidical remove'lance of all unwanted individj'lls an' sissy-boys!

De cocksucker done whiffed up a secret potium... an' right 'long wid it, de atrocious idea dat what he been boilin' up down deahhhh jes' mights be de solutium to de white main's 'boidennn'
Yo' my drift...

Well, he were sure he had a good thing goin'... but, dere was always de possobility dat somethin' fuck up, so, he planned to have a little test, jes' to check it all out befo' he dump't it
E supply.

Sho'tly denafter, wit high-level gubnint co-robberatium, he arranged to have a good-will to san quentim, 'long wit some country-westin mu- zishnin's, 'n sprinkle a little bit of it on some
E in deahhh (since dey done used a few of 'em befo' when dey was messin' wit de zyph'liss).

So, dey come wit de potium, dump'nit all in de mash potatoes!

Den dey wen' up to de warden's office fo' hot toddy, watchin' a little football while dey's waitin' to see what gone happen!

Fact o' de matter were: happened, so dey went off'n dribbled it in a special shipnint of galoot co-log-nuh dat went out 'bouts november!

Next thing y'know, fagnits be droppin' off like flies...'long wit a number of severely-tanned individj'lls, pre-zumnably of hay'chen extrakment!

But not de in de rest home! oh no! mixin' de shit wit de mash potatoes done smoothed it out a little, so's it wouldn't kill yo' ass, but, it sho' would make y'ugly! 'n ef y'was already ugly
D make yo ass mean 'n ugly...'n ef you was already mean 'n ugly, it'd turn ya into a strange, unknown kreetchuh, never befo' seen on broadway!^lthass right! turn ya' into a 'mammy nun'! hea
E a potato...lips like a duck...big ol' hands, puffin' up! big ones! science! me-jev'l costumery all over yo' body! yow! oh yeah! mmmm-hmmm!