Luyện nghe bài hát The Evil Prince

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

Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil and through de magik o stage
T of course, wes about to see what gwine on in his conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now

Somewhere, there, I can tell,
I so
Theres the of
A whatchamacallit
Whoo, do tell!
Who not wish me well!
His are quite stupid,
And his shoes!
no bussiness like show business
got a big ol duck-mouth!
Who how he chews!

He thinks he something
About the 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!
it is writ:

Our god
to certify it:

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

Fairies and faggots and are

All the best music on is

Who step forward
And end all this
For citizens,
Clutching the
Of dreams
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!

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

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

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

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it boils inside of your skull
I'll say the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and hard on your ear
say it's the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that it's tasteless, and that you will
A better excuse to spend or time
At a party, wee-oo
So, do be a smarty!

Hold on to that
A little while
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

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

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

(solo)

Hold on to that
A little while
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

Whats happened to
Wheres it gone, all the
The and soul
The
The

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