Lyrics:
Consumption . . . . . . . . . 1797
Convulsion . . . . . . . . . . . 241
Cut of the Stone . . . . . . 5
Dead in the Street, and
starved . . . . .
holding my pickle
Frank: Well, who's holding your pickle then?
Bozzio: I don't know . . . ha! She's out in the audience . . . Hey, Dale, would you like
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!
ANDRE
Damnable!
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!
FIRMIN
Andre, please don't shout . . .
It's
to come out was covered in fur and had a long snout and tail.
They named the pup Fenrir, which means 'wolf from below’
Second to come out was hairless
Yeah
cll my life , they told me I'd never amount to a thing .
Crazy , ‘cause now I'm a king .
(Verse 1)
I'm a king in the streets , and a lion in
ANDRE:
Think of your muse . . .
FIRMIN:
And of the queues
round the theatre!
BOTH:
Can you deny us the triumph
in store?
Im wit squad we make ahh. . . Movie movie
Im in the spot. . .shorty we 2 Deep 2 Deep
She make it Pop. . . BOW. . . TOOLIE TOOLIE
Hop out da .
of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
ANDRE:
Think of your muse . . .
FIRMIN:
And of the queues
round the theatre!
BOTH:
Can you deny us the triumph
in store?
out this civic. . .
Back when i had truth and made a vision workin wit it . . .
Told me "this a classic", claimed it passion in my tone. . .
Said that
Memories in Gold (Frankie Laine)
Those melodies that we two crossed years . . .
Have underscored our laughter and our tears
With every phrase we see
out the hard way, but his troubles were just beginning . . . his mind was so messed up . . . he could hardly do nothin' . . . he was in a quandary . . .
. . Hey, yo my man . . . worrrr d'up man . . . worrrrr d'up!
Ali: Des is a piano
Mike: This is a piano
Ali: Des is a piano
Todd: And why are we in it?
What were you dreaming? . . . that made you sweat . . soaking wet . . . in a fever?
Dark wings circling . . . slowly around . . slowly around . .
to apply for a job
Spider: Some of them wear these jackets that are made out of polished animal skins. It's called leather
John: Leather?
Monica: Oh,
You're heart has a song.
Golden Harley, chromed out pipes, . . . . . . You can give a fight.
Biker seated tall and strong . . . . . . . . . . Yes,
None . . . . . . , just . . . . . everywhere
More . . . . . . and . . . . abound
Just love and the weather never, never end
We demand some change in our
like Wu Tang.
I'm probably knee deep in some putang .
I black out at night just like Bruce Wayne .
She wanna kick it , like she Liu Kang .
So ima kick it
Joe:
I'm out at last
Boy, the world sure looks different
Wow . . . there's hardly anything fun to do
Since they made music illegal
But I'm
cares
Nobody loves you . . . . . . . . . Like I do . . . . . . . . .Like I do
When you whisper in the dark
When your balance falls apart
When there are
of these days I am going to erase all the tape in the world . . . In the world . . . world . . . Tomorrow I may do it . . . All the Frank Zappa Masters . . .
The idiot bastard son:
(THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY . . .
THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.)
The idiot bastard son:
(ABANDONED
shower must have shorted out
His master circuit
He's, he's, oh my God
I must have plooked him . . .
Hey
To death . . .
Hey
Central Scrutinizer:
the hokey pokey when she turn around and show me .
Put it all in her so slowly , this shit so dope I might OD .
When the stars come out I'm lonely .
But like
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