Hedwig And The Angry Inch (헤드윅) by Stephen Trask [ost] (2001) by Stephen Trask (보컬) on maniadb.com

Don't you know me? I'm a new berlin wall Try and tear me down I was born on the other side of a town ripped in two I made it over the great divide now I'm coming for you Enemies and adversaries they try and tear me down You want me, baby, I dare you Try and tear me down --- I rose from off of the doctor's slab like Lazarus from the pit Now everyone wants to take a stab and decorate me with blood graffiti and spit Enemies and adversaries they try and tear me down You want me, baby, I dare you Try and tear me down --- On August 13, 1961, a wall was erected down the middle of the city of Berlin. The world was divided by a cold war and the Berlin Wall was the most hated symbol of that divide Reviled, Graffitied, Spit upon We thought the wall would stand forever, and now that it's gone, we don't know who we are anymore Ladies and Gentlemen, Hedwig is like that wall, standing before you in the divide between East and West, Slavery and Freedom, Man and Woman, Top and Bottom, And you can try to tear her down, but before you do, you must remember one thing! Listen There ain't much of a difference between a bridge and a wall without me right in the middle, baby you would be nothing at all. Enemies and adversaries they try and tear me down You want me, baby, I dare you Try and tear me down Enemies and adversaries they try and tear me down You want me, baby, I dare you Try and tear me down

When the Earth was still flat And clouds made of fire And mountains stretched up to the sky Sometimes higher Folks roamed the Earth Like big rolling kegs They had two sets of arms They had two sets of legs They had two faces peering Out of one giant head So they could watch all around them As they talked while they read And they never knew nothing of love It was before the The origin of love (The origin of love) The origin of love (The origin of love) Now there was three sexes then One that looked like two men Glued up back to back They called the children of the sun And similar in shape and girth Was the children of the Earth They looked like two girls Rolled up in one And the children of the moon Looked like a fork shoved on a spoon They was part sun, part Earth, Part daughter, part son The origin of love Now the gods grew quite scared Of our strength and defiance And Thor said, “I’m gonna kill them all with my hammer Like I killed the giants” But Zeus said, "No, You better let me Use my lightning like scissors Like I cut the legs off the whales Dinosaurs into lizards.” And then he grabbed up some bolts He let out a laugh Said, “I’ll split them right down the middle Gonna cut them right up in half.” And the storm clouds gathered above Into great balls of fire And then fire shot down From the sky in bolts Like shining blades Of a knife And it ripped Right through the flesh Of the children of the sun And the moon And the earth And some Indian god Sewed the wound up to a hole Pulled around to our bellies To remind us of the price we pay And Osiris and the gods of the Nile Gathered up a big storm To blow a hurricane To scatter us away In a flood of wind and rain A sea of tidal waves To wash us all away If we don't behaveThey'll cut us down again And we'll be hopping around on one foot And looking through one eye Last time I saw you We just split in two You was looking at me I was looking at you You had a way so familiar, I could not recognize Cause you had blood on your face I had blood in my eyes But I could swear by your expression That the pain down in your soul Was the same as the one down in my mine That's the pain It cuts a straight line Down through the heart We called it love We wrapped our arms around each other Tried to shove ourselves back together We was making love Making love It was a cold dark evening Such a long time ago When by the mighty hand of Jove, It was a sad story How we became Lonely two-legged creatures It’s the story The origin of love That’s the origin of love Yeah, the origin of love The origin of love The origin of love

My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch
Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch

I’m from the land where you still hear the cries
I had to get out, had to sever all ties
I changed my name and assumed a disguise
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I’m tied to the track
I try to get up but I can’t get no slack
I got a
Angry Inch Angry Inch

My mother made my tits out of clay
My boyfriend told me that he’d take me away
They dragged me to the doctor one day
I've got an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch

Long story short
When I woke up from the operation
I was bleeding down there
I was bleeding from the gash between my legs
My first day as a woman
and already it’s that time of the month
But two days later
the hole closed up
The wound healed
and I was left with a one inch mound of flesh
where my penis used to be
where my vagina never was
A one inch mound of flesh with a scar running down it
like a sideways grimace
on an eyeless face
Just a little bulge
It was an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I’m tied to the track
I try to get up but I can’t get no slack
I got an
Angry Inch Angry Inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
stay under cover till the night turns to black
I got my inch and I’m set to attack
I got an Angry Inch Angry Inch

Forgive me for I did not know
'cause I was just a boy and you were so much more
Than any god could ever plan
More than a woman or a man.
And now I understand how much I took from you.
And when everything starts breaking down
You take the pieces off the ground
And show this wicked town something beautiful and new.

You think that luck has left you there.
Well maybe there's nothing up in the sky but air.
And there's no mystical design,
No cosmic lover preassigned.
There's nothing you can find that can not be found.
'cause with all the changes you've been through
it seems the stranger's always you.
Alone again in some new wicked little town

When you've got no other choice,
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town.
It's a wicked little town.

Goodbye wicked little town.

On nights like this When the world's a bit amiss And the lights go down Across the trailer park I get down, I feel had Feel on the verge of going mad And then it's time to punch the clock I put on some make-up Turn on the tape deck And put the wig back on my head Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen Until I head home And I put myself to bed I look back on where I'm from Look at the woman I've become And the strangest things seem suddenly routine I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks The gift wrapped wig's still in the box Of towering velveteen I put on some make-up Some LaVern Baker And pull the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963 Until I wake up And I turn back to myself Some girls, they got natural ease They wear it any way they please With their French flip curls From perfumed magazines Wear it up, let it down This is the best way that I've found To be the best you've ever seen I put on some make-up Turn on the eight-track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett From TV Until I wake up And I turn back to myself Shag, bi-level, bob Dorothy Hamill do, Sausage curl, chicken wings It's all because of you With your blow dried, feather backed Toni home wave, too Flip, fro , frizz, flop It's all because of you It's all because of you It's all because of you (okay...everybody...) I put on some make-up Turn on the eight track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm this Punk Rock Star Of stage and screen And I ain't ever I'm never turning back

Look what you've done You gigolo You know that I Loved ya hon And I didn't wanta know That your cool, seductive serenade Was a tool of your trade You gigolo Of all the riches You've surveyed And all that you can lift I'm just another dollar That youve made in your long long grift Look what you've done you gigolo Another hustle has been run But now you oughta know That this fool can no longer be swayed By the tools of your trade You gigolo I'm just another John you gypped Another sucker stiffed I walk on by in the script To your long long grift The love had me in your grip Was just a long long grift

I was born on the other side
of a town ripped in two
And no matter how hard I've tried
I end up black and blue

I rose from off of the doctor's slab
I lost a piece of my heart
Now everyone gets to take a stab
They cut me up into parts

I gave a piece to my mother
I gave a piece to my man
I gave a piece to the rock star
He took the good stuff and ran

Oh God
I'm all sewn up
A hardened razor-cut
Scar map across my body
And you can trace the lines
Through Misery's design
That map across my body

A collage
All sewn up
A montage
All sewn up

A random pattern with a needle and thread
The overlapping way diseases are spread
Through a tornado body
With a hand grenade head
And the legs are two lovers entwined

Inside I'm hollowed out
Outside's a paper shroud
And all the rest's illusion
That there's a will and soul
That we can wrest control
From chaos and confusion

A collage
All sewn up
A montage
All sewn up

The automatist's undoing
The whole world starts unscrewing
As time collapses and space warps
You see decay and ruin
I tell you "No, no no no"
You make such an exquisite corpse"

I've got it all sewn up
A hardened razor-cut
Scar map across my body
And you can trace the lines
Through Misery's design
That map across my body

A collage
All sewn up
A montage
All sewn up

Rain falls hard Burns dry A dream Or a song That hits you so hard Filling you up And suddenly gone Breath feel love Give free Know in your soul Like your blood knows the way From your heart to your brain Knows that you're whole And you're shining Like the brightest star A transmission On the midnight radio And you're spinning Like a forty five ballerina Dancing to your rock and roll Here's to Patti And Tina And Yoko Aretha And Nona And Nico And me And all the strange rock and rollers You know you're doing all right So hold on to each other You gotta hold on tonight And you're shining Like the brightest stars A transmission On the midnight radio And you're spinning Your new forty five's All the misfits and the losers Well you know you're rock and rollers Spinning to your rock and roll Lift up your hands Lift up your hands Yeah lift up your hands Lift up your hands Lift up your hands Lift up your hands Lift up your hands Lift up your hands yeah yeah -Lift up your hands And lift up your hands Lift up your hands Lift up your hands yeah yeah yeah yeah Hands And lift up your hands -

By the gold light of your halo I wanna nail ya
Give you lovin' and devotion that won't ever fail ya
Wanna run my mouth over your wounds
And fall on the ground
And the holes in your hands and your feet
they help to nail you down

Nail ya down
Nailed
Nailed
Nailed
They made you Christ to get ya nailed
When you hover in the night like a holy vision
With the crimson and the purple of your incision
Wanna run my fingers through your hair and over your pale skin
On the fringe, shit, Jesus Christ man, you sure wanna nail him

Get ya nailed
Nailed
Nailed
Nailed
They made you Christ to get ya nailed

He died for me
Died for no one else
He died for no one
And he'd see and complain
Oh the sweet and the sigh, to pain

And your heart is left out naked and exposed
I wish that had left more to the eye
And I can't find the words to say I love you
And why and why and why and why and why ha

Nailed
Nailed
Nailed
It's just a fight to get ya nailed
They sent you Christ to get ya nailed

I've got a sweet tooth
for licorice drops and jelly roll,
Hey sugar daddy,
Hansel needs some sugar in his bowl.
I'll lay out fine china on the linen
And polish up the chrome
and if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Black strap molasses,
you're my orange blossom honey bear.
Bring me Versace blue jeans
and black designer underwear.
Let's dress up like the disco-dancing jet set
in Milan and Rome.
And if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Oh the thrill of control,
like the rush of rock and roll,
is the sweetest taste I've known.
So come on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

When honey bees go shopping
it's something to be seen.
They swarm to wild flowers
and get nectar for the queen.
And everything you bring me
gets me dripping like a honeycomb
and if you've got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Oh the thrill of control,
like a Blitzkrieg on the roll,
is the sweetest taste I've know.
So if you've got some sugar
bring it home.
Oh come on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home!

Whiskey and French cigarettes,
a motorbike with high-speed jets,
a Waterpik, a Cuisinart
and a hypo-allergenic dog.
I want all the luxuries of the modern age,
and every item on every page
in the Lillian Vernon catalogue.

Oh baby, something's crossed my mind
and I was thinking you'd look so fine
in a velvet dress
with heels and an ermine stole.
Oh, Luther darling, heaven knows
I've never put on women's clothes
except for once
my mother's camisole.

So you think only a woman
can truly love a man.
Then you buy me the dress
I'll be more woman
than a man like you can stand.
I'll be your Venus on a chocolate clam shell
rising on a sea of marshmallow foam
and if you got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

It's our tradition to control,
like Erich Honecker and Helmut Kohl,
from the Ukraine to the Rhone.
Sweet home uber alles,
Lord, I'm coming home.
So come on, Sugar Daddy, bring me home.

We are freaks we follow the code of freaks
We are freaks stand back and that's that
We are freak we fuck who we please and do what we choose
We look bad we're not disease or confused

We are freaks we are butch we are fem
We are freaks look at him look at them
We are freaks I know this guy who can suck his own dick
And my mother has a friend who has 3 tits
T-t-t-true story

We are freaks we follow
We are freaks stand back and that's that
We are freaks we fuck who we please and do what we choose
We look bad we're not disease or confused
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us
One of us one of us

And then I thought I was a freak
when I shaved my head and pierced my dick
Walks like a lumberjack and talks like a lady
With the flannel shirt, steel toe boots, Levi's faded
All hail
She's the king, she's the queen
All hail of the freaks, all the freaks on the scene
From the Bows of the Bowery to the bustle of Bombay
She's the bearded lady of Avenue A
That's the way God planned it
That's the way
That's the way God planned it
That's the way
That's the way God planned it
That's the way
That's the way God planned it
That the way

All hail
She's the king, she's the queen
All hail of the freaks, all the freaks on the scene
From the Bows of the Bowery to the bustle of Bombay
She's the bearded lady of Avenue A
That's the way God planned it
That's the way
That's the way God planned it
That's the way
That's the way God planned it
That's the way
That's the way God planned it
That the way

Running head on
To things that knock me down
Over again
He picked me off the ground
And I wasn't strong enough to fight
Anymore, but In Your Arms Tonight

Hold me close and tight
In your arms tonight
In your arms tonight
In your arms tonight
Oh my love

God only knows
Why I don't just retreat
'Stead of riding the rails
Back to the place of my worst defeat
'Cause I'm not fooling anyone, not quite
Convincing You
But when your arms are in mine

Try not to be strong
Cry 'til it's all gone
If you hold me tight
In your arms tonight
Oh my love

For years you've seen the one who'd be there for you
The one who'd be there for you
The way I need you, here tonight
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

In your arms tonight
In your arms tonight
In your arms tonight, in my arms, oh yeah

You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies.

You're running up and down that hill.
You turn it on and off at will.
There's nothing here to thrill
or bring you down.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

Oh Lady, luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up. I fear.

the pious, hateful and devout,
you're turning tricks til you're turned out,
the wind so cold it burns,
you're burning out and blowing round.
And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool

and then you're someone you are not,
and Junction City ain't the spot,
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.