Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Bobby (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
zavod (keyboards)
Scott (bass)
Chad (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de prince and through de magik o stage
T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now

Somewhere, there, I can tell,
I so
Theres the of
A potato-headed
Whoo, do tell!
Who does not me well!
His clothes are stupid,
And his shoes!
Ain't no like show business
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

He thinks he something
About the plan!
How blandness
Must and command

He not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for
This shit
And then, if he did,
Would it a bit?
Not at all!
it is writ:

Our god
Tends to it:

Only the boring and bland survive!
Only the lamest of will thrive!
Take it or leave it, you be alive,
If you are creative!

Fairies and faggots and are

All the best music on is

Who will step
And end all this
For citizens,
Clutching the
Of vanishing
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!

Soon, my zombies,
Youll make return!
Broadway glow!
Broadway burn!
(along the remnants of
new)
My holy will do
for you!
Those producers
Who for you then
do it again, and again, and again!

The potato
The spying
With diction
And diction
rot in the garbage
I can it right now
this shows eviction
Takes place after
My alternate
Of theatrical
your will!

I've a review
Yes I you really do!
I've saving for years
Yes I know you really
For a show just this,
For a stupid show
potatoes and queers

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it makes boils inside of your
I'll say it's the worst of the year,
No wind the plain, and it's hard on your ear
I'll say it's the work of an mind
I'll say it's tasteless, and that you will find
A better excuse to spend or time
At a party, wee-oo
So, do be a smarty!

Hold on to that
A while longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

happened to broadway?
Wheres it gone, all the
The heart and
The
The

And after deadly review hits the paper,
In will roper, bender & raper,
To legally all that remains
Of this tragic amusement for brains
brains, drug addled brains

(solo)

Hold on to g-string
A little longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

Whats to broadway?
Wheres it gone, all the
The heart and
The
The

And after this deadly review the paper,
In will roper, bender & raper,
To legally all that remains
Of tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, . . .