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 brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de en-whiffment o' de origumal potium. 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 batch be 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 of despair
Prisoners grummle an' piss dey'
'n scratch dey' matted
A tiny light fum a
A hunnit away
Is all dey gets t'know
'bouts de life in de day

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

(spoken)

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

(singing)

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

He eat de snouts an' de foist!
De an' de groins I'd soon re-spersed
His carvin' style I'd 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 stink so bad, his bones chokin'
And greenish drops,
In de vat of co-log-nuh,
Where de re-zease be up
an' uh boilin' 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, white 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 prince, who suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. after taking a lar
Te an onion he sings...

prince: (singing)
Somewhere, there, I can tell,
a voice of
A whatchamacallit
Who not wish me well!

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

He thinks he something
the great plan!
How ultimate
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!
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 won't be alive,
If you are creative!

and faggots and queers are

All the music on broadway is

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

Evil (singing to the zombies)
The spying
horrible diction
Will rot in the
When this eviction
Takes place shortly
My skill
Of sabotage
Triumphs will!

I've a special
been saving for years
For a show like 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 hard on your
Ear
I'll say the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that tasteless, and that you will

A better to spend 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!

What's to broadway?
it gone, all the glitter?
The and the 'soul'
The
The

And after this review hits the paper,
In come roper, bender & raper,
To legally execute all that
Of this tragic amusement for brains

(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,
Since at first it created,
But, a musical, we's in,
a whole bunch o' everythin'!
We talkin' everythin' dat been!
at her!
at him!

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