Luyện nghe bài hát The 'torchum' Never Stops

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

Now, dis sucker is de respondable party fo de en-whiffment o' de origumal potium. through de magik o' stage-kraff, we be able to see him at woik!

He now be preparin' some ugly shit to make yo' life even mo' mizzable den it awready are, since dis be resigned to render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin al
fo' de best!

(singing)
Flies all green 'n
In his of despair
Prisoners grummle an' dey' clothes
'n scratch dey' hair
A light fum a window-hole
A hunnit away
Is all dey ever gets
de reg'luh life in de day

An' it stink so bad, de stones chokin'
'n greenish drops
In de where de giant fowah-puffer woikin',
'n de never stops
De torchum never
De torchum,
De torchum,
De never stops
(go on, 'dewlla! play dat lil' one mo'gin!)

(spoken)

Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin' wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin' some co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he to it by e
A dab hisseff!

(singing)

Flies all green an'
In his dunjing of
An evil prince a steamin' pig
In a chamber, right near

He eat de an' de trotters foist!
De an' de groins I'd soon re-spersed
His carvin' I'd well re-hoist
He stan' 'n

All be coist!
All be coist!
All be coist!
All be coist!

An' well, no one durst...
He de best, of cose, of all de
Some wrong done, he done it foist...
An' he so bad, his bones been chokin'
And weepin' drops,
In de vat of co-log-nuh,
de re-zease be berlin' up
Berlin' an' uh up
Co-log-nuh!
Co-log-nuh!
co-log-uh-nuh!

(spoken)
Oh! do yoseff a favum 'n don't use it! oooooooh! look at these ugly suckers! boy, when white folks come back fum dead, they sho' gets scary-lookin'! but don't take their appearance too ser
Y, people, 'cause dey say dis de sort o' folks dat belongs on broadway! the broadway zombies collect around the evil prince, who suspects the presence of an intruder. after taking a lar
Te an onion he sings...

Evil (singing)
Somewhere, there, I can tell,
a voice of
A potato-headed
Who not wish me well!

His are quite stupid,
And his shoes!
got a big ol' duck-mouth!
(who how he chews!)

He he knows something
the great plan!
How blandness
Must rule and

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

Our god
to certify 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 music on broadway is

Who will forward
And end all this
For citizens,
Clutching the
Of dreams
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!
Soon, my zombies,
You'll your return!
Broadway glow!
will burn!
(along with the of
new)
My holy will do
for you!
Those lovely
Who for you 'then'
do it again, and again, and again!

Evil (singing to the zombies)
The spying
horrible diction
Will rot in the
When this show's
place shortly after
My alternate
Of sabotage
Triumphs will!

a special review
I've been for years
For a show like this,
potatoes and queers

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it makes boils inside of your
I'll say the worst-of-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 infantile
I'll say that tasteless, and that you will

A better excuse to spend money or
At a party,
So, do be a smarty!
Hold on to dollar
A while longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

What's happened to
Where's it gone, all the
The 'heart' and the
The
The

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

(singing)
Flies all an' buzznin'
In his of despair
Who are all o' dem
Dat he fuckin' wit dere?
Are dey
Are dey
Are dey stage-kraff painted?

It have been explained,
at first it were created,
But, a musical, we's in,
Require a whole o' everythin'!
We talkin' everythin' dat been!
at her!
at him!

Dat what de deal we in
Dat de deal we dealin' in
Dat de deal we dealin' in
Dat de deal we dealin' in