Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

Frank (lead guitar)
Ike (guitar, vocals)
Ray (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan (keyboards)
Scott (bass)
wackerman (drums)

Well well well, now, dis de nasty dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable 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 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 knows
the great plan!
How blandness
Must and command

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

Our god
to certify it:

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

and faggots and queers are

All the best music on is

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

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

The spying
The potato
With diction
And terrible
Will rot in the
I can smell it now
When this shows
Takes place shortly
My alternate
Of theatrical
Triumphs will!

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

I'll say disgusting, atrocious, and dull
I'll say it makes boils inside of your
I'll say it's the -of-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 find
A excuse to spend money or time
At a party, wee-oo
So, do be a smarty!

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

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

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

(solo)

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

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

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