Luyện nghe bài hát The 'torchum' Never Stops

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

Now, dis nasty sucker is de 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' even mo' mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch 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 'n buzznin'
In his dunjing of
Prisoners grummle an' dey' clothes
'n scratch dey' matted
A tiny light fum a
A yards away
Is all dey ever gets
'bouts de life in de day

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

(spoken)

Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be 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 immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!

(singing)

Flies all an' buzznin'
In his dunjing of
An evil eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber, right dere

He eat de snouts an' de foist!
De loins an' de groins I'd re-spersed
His style I'd well re-hoist
He 'n shout:

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 been done, he it foist...
An' he stink so bad, his been chokin'
And greenish 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 folks come back fum bein' 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 suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. taking a lar
Te an onion he sings...

prince: (singing)
Somewhere, there, I can tell,
There's a of
A whatchamacallit
Who does not 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
rule and command

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

Our god
Tends to it:

"only the and bland shall survive!
Only the lamest of lameness thrive!"
Take it or it, you won't be alive,
If you are creative!

and faggots and queers are

All the best music on is

Who step forward
And end all trouble?
For citizens,
the rubble
Of vanishing
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!
Soon, my zombies,
make your return!
Broadway glow!
Broadway burn!
(along with the of
new)
My holy will do
for you!
Those producers
Who for you 'then'
do it again, and again, and again!

Evil (singing to the zombies)
The spying
With diction
rot in the garbage
When this eviction
place shortly after
My alternate
Of theatrical
your will!

I've a review
been saving for years
For a show just this,
potatoes and queers

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it boils inside of your skull
say it's the worst-of-the-worst of the
Year,
No wind down the plain, and it's hard on
Ear
I'll say it's the of an infantile mind
I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you

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

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

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

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

It have never explained,
at first it were created,
But, a musical, like in,
a whole bunch o' everythin'!
We talkin' everythin' dat been!
at her!
at him!

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