Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray (guitar, lead vocals)
martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan (keyboards)
thunes (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 party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
T of course, wes to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now

Somewhere, there, I can tell,
I so
the voice of
A whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who not wish me well!
His are quite stupid,
And his shoes!
Ain't no bussiness show business
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

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

He not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the reason for
This criminal
And then, if he did,
it matter a bit?
Not at all!
Because it is

Our god
to certify it:

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

Fairies and faggots and are

All the music on broadway is

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

Soon, my zombies,
Youll make return!
will 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 potato
With diction
And terrible
rot in the garbage
I can smell it now
When shows eviction
place shortly after
My skill
Of theatrical
Triumphs will!

I've a special
Yes I know you do!
I've been saving for
Yes I know you have
For a just like this,
For a really show
With potatoes and

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it boils inside of your skull
I'll say it's the worst of the year,
No wind the plain, and it's hard on your ear
I'll say the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you will
A excuse to spend money 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!

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

And after deadly review hits the paper,
In come roper, bender & raper,
To execute all that remains
Of this amusement for drug-addled brains
Drug-addled brains, drug addled

(solo)

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

Whats happened to
it gone, all the glitter?
The heart and
The
The

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