My Dead Gay Son - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-12 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!RAM'S DAD:You wait just a minute, Paul! It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place our boys could not live in!They were not dirty!They were not wrong!They were just two lonely versesin the Lord's great song!KURT'S DAD:Our boys were pansies, Bill!RAM'S DAD:Yes! My boy's a homosexual,and that don't scare me noneI want the world to know...I love my dead gay son!I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes.Well, the good Lord made the universeThe Lord created manAnd I believe it's all a part of hisgigantic plan.I know God has a reasonfor each mountain and each flowerand why he chose to let our boysget busy in the showerThey were not dirty!They were not fruits!They were just two stray lacesin the Lord's big bootsWell, I never cared for homos muchuntil I reared me onebut now I've learned to love...I love my dead gay son!CONGREGATION:He loves his sonHe loves his sonHis dead gay son!RAM'S DAD:Now, I say my boy's in heavenand he's tanning by the poolThe cherubim walk him and him,and Jesus says it's cool!They don't have crime or hatredthere's no bigotry or cursin'Just friendly fellows dressed uplike their favorite village person!They were not dirtyThey just had flairThey were two bright red ribbonsin the Lord's long hairWell, I used to see a homoand go reachin' for my gunbut now I've learned to love...And furthermore!These boys were brave as hellThese boys, they knew damn wellThose folks would judge 'emthey were desperate to be freeThey took a rebel stancestripped to their underpantsPaul, I can't believe that youstill refuse to get a clueafter all that we been throughI'm talking you and me!In the summer of '83KURT'S DAD:That was one hell of a fishing trip.CONGREGATION:Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa!They were not dirty - Whoa!And not perverse -- No no!They were two stray rhinestones on the Lord's big purse!BOTH DADS:Our jobs are now continuing that work that they begun!CONGREGATION:'Cause now we love, love, love!We love your dead—BOTH DADS:They're up there disco dancingto the thump of angel wings!They grab a mate and roller skatewhile Judy Garland sings!They live a playful afterlife that'sfancy-free and reckless!KURT'S DAD:They swing upon the pearly gatesBOTH DADS & CONGREGATION:And wear a pearly necklace!Whoo!They were not dirty!They were good men!And now they're happy bear cubsin the Lord's big den!BOTH DADS:Go forth and love each other now,like our boys would have doneEVERYONE:We'll teach the world to love...BOTH DADS:I love my dead gay son!My son! My son!CONGREGATION:Not half bad, your dead gay son!Wish I had your dead gay son!Thank you, dad, for your...BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION:Dead! Gay! Son!
Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-10 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!VERONICA:I wanted someone strong who could protect meI let his anger fester and infect meHis solution is a lieNo one here deserves to die Except for me and the monster I createdYeah!Yeah!Heads up, JDI’m a dead girl walkingSTUDENTS:Heyo Westerberg!VERONICA:Can’t hide from meI’m your dead girl walkingSTUDENTS:Heyo Westerberg!VERONICA:And there’s your final bellIt’s one more dance and then farewellCheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walkin’H. MCNAMARA:Come on, Westerberg!Here we go, Here we go now!MRS. FLEMING:Veronica! Jason Dean told us you’d just committed suicide!VERONICA:Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.MRS. FLEMING:I threw together a lovely tribute, especially given the short notice.VERONICA:Mrs. Fleming, what’s under the gym?MRS. FLEMING:The boiler room.VERONICA:That’s it!MRS. FLEMING:Veronica, what’s going on?VERONICA:Got no time to talkI’m a dead girl walking!STUDENTS:Heyo Westerberg!Heyo Westerberg!Tell me what’s that sound?Here comes WesterbergComin’ to put you in the ground!Go! Go! Westerberg!Give a great big yell!Westerberg will knock you outAnd send you straight to hell!VERONICA:Step away from the bomb.JD:This little thing? I’d hardly call this a bomb. This is just to set off the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym. Those are bombs. People are going to look at the ashes of Westerberg and say there’s a school that self-destructed not because society didn’t care, but because that school was society. The only place Heathers and Marthas can truly get along is in Heaven!VERONICA:I wish your mom had been a little strongerI wish she stayed around a little longerI wish your dad were good!I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war! I wish you’d come with meSTUDENTS:Heyo Westerberg!Heyo Westerberg!Tell me what’s that sound?Here comes WesterbergComin’ to put you in the ground!Go! Go! Westerberg!Give a great big yell!Westerberg will knock you outAnd send you straight to hell—
Our Love Is God - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-10 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!J. D.:They made you cryBut that will end tonightYou are the only thing that's rightAbout this broken worldGo on and cryBut when the morning comesWe'll burn it down and thenWe'll build the world againOur love is godVERONICA:Are you okay?J. D.:I was aloneI was a frozen lakeBut then you melted me awakeSee, now I’m crying tooYou're not aloneVERONICA:You're not aloneJ. D.:And when the morning comesVERONICA:When the morning comesJ. D.:We'll burn away that tearAnd raise our city hereVERONICA:Raise our city hereJ. D. & VERONICA:Our love is god.KURT:Yeah-lo?VERONICA:Hi, Kurt, it's Veronica.How did you guys know it was a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?KURT:Wowuhh... Lucky guess?VERONICA:If you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery. At dawn.KURT:Free pussy!RAM:And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!J. D.:We can start and finish warsJ. D. & VERONICA:We're what killed the dinosaursWe're the asteroid that's overdueThe dinosaurs choked on the dustThey died because god said they mustThe new world needed roomFor me and youJ. D.:I worship youI'd trade my life for yoursThey all will disappearWe'll plant our garden hereOur love is godJ. D. & VERONICA:Our love is godVERONICA:Woah. Is that real?J. D.:Yeah, but we're filling it with "ich luge" bullets.VERONICA:Ich luge...? What?J. D.:My granddad scored them in World War II. They contain a powerful tranquilizer. The Nazis used them to fake their own suicideswhen the Russians invaded berlin. We will use them to knock out Ram and Kurt long enough to make it look like a suicide pact. Complete with a forged suicide note.KURT & RAM:"Ram and I died because we had to hide our gay forbidden love from a disapproving world."J. D.:And when the morning comesThey'll both be laughing stocksJ. D. & VERONICA:So let's go hunt some jocks!KURT:Hi... Veronica.RAM:Uh... So do we just whip it out or what?VERONICA:Take it slow, ram. Strip for me.KURT:What about you?VERONICA:I was hoping you'd rip my clothes off me, sport. Count of three.VERONICA:One... Two...J. D.:Three.KURT:Aaaugh! Holy crap!J. D.:Stay there. I'll get him!RAM:Kurt?VERONICA:Ram? You're just unconscious, right?Ram? Ram!J. D.:Get off the fence! Get off the damn fence!KURT:I don't understand!J. D.:We can start and finish warsWe're what killed the dinosaursWe're the asteroid that's overdueKURT:Stop being a dick!J. D.:The dinosaurs will turn to dustKURT:What does that mean?!J. D.:They'll die because we say they mustVERONICA:What the fuck have you done?!J. D.:I worship youI'd trade my life for yoursWe'll make them disappearWe'll plant our garden hereOur love is GodVERONICA:Our love is GodJ. D.:Our love is GodVERONICA:Our love is GodJ. D. & VERONICAOur love is God!
Seventeen - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-09 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!VERONICA:Fine, we're damagedReally damaged.But that does not make us wise.We're not special.We're not different.We don't choose who lives or diesLet’s be normal. See bad moviesSneak a beer and watch TV.We'll bake brownies, or go bowling --Don't you want a life with me?Can't we be seventeen?That's all I want to doIf you could let me in.I could be good with you.People hurt usJ.D.Or they vanish...VERONICAAnd you're right that really blows.But we let go...J.D.Take a deep breath...VERONICAThen go buy some summer clothesWe'll go camping...J.D.Play some poker...VERONICAAnd we'll eat some chili fries.Maybe prom night...J.D.Maybe dancing...VERONICADon't stop looking in my eyes...J.D.Your eyes...VERONICA & J.D.Can't we be seventeen?Is that so hard to do?If you could let me in.I could be good with you.Let us be seventeen,If we've still got the right.VERONICASo what’s it gonna be?I wanna be with youJ.D.I wanna be with you...VERONICAWanna be with you,VERONICA & J.D.Tonight!VERONICAYeah we're damagedJ.D.Badly damagedVERONICA & J.D.But your love’s too good to loseVERONICAHold me tighterJ.D.Even closerVERONICAI'll stay if I'm what you chooseJ.D. Can't we be seventeen?VERONICAIf I am what you chooseJ.D.If we've still got the rightVERONICA'Cause you're the one I chooseJ.D.You're the one I chooseVERONICAYou're the one I choose
Meant to Be Yours - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-09 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy! JD:All is forgiven baby!Come on, get dressed!You’re my date to the pep rally.You chucked me out like I was trash,For that you should be dead— But! But! But! Then it hit me like a flash, What if high school went away instead?Those assholes are the keyThey’re keeping you away from meThey made you blind, messed up your mind But I can set you free! You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried— Bam! Bam! Bam! Then I found you changed my heart And set lose all that truthful shit insideAnd so I built a bombTonight our school is VietnamLet’s guarantee they’ll never see their senior prom!I was meant to be yoursWe were meant to be oneDon’t give up on me nowFinish what we’ve begunI was mean to be yoursSo when the high school gym goes boom with everyone inside—Pchw! Pchw! Pchw!In the rubble of their tombWe’ll plant this note explaining why they died!JD & STUDENTS:We, the students of Westerburg High will die.Our burnt bodies may finally get through to you.Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.Signed, the Students of Westerburg High.Goodbye.JD:We’ll watch the smoke poor out the doorsBring marshmallows, We’ll make s’mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!I was meant to be yoursWe were meant to be oneI can’t make this aloneFinish what we’ve begunYou were meant to be mineI am all that you needYou carved open my heartCan’t just leave me to bleedVeronica! Open the—open the door, pleaseVeronica! Open the door.Veronica! Can we not fight anymore?Please, can we not fight anymore?Veronica, sure, you’re scared,I’ve been there, I can set you freeVeronica, don’t make me come in thereI’m gonna count to three!One! Two! Fuck it!JD:Oh my God! No! Veronica!Please don’t leave me aloneYou were all I could trustI can’t do this aloneJD & STUDENTS:Still I will if I must!VERONICA’S MOM:Veronica?I brought you a snack.Veronica?AAAAAAHHHHH!
Lifeboat - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-09 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy! I float in a boatIn a raging black oceanLow in the waterWith nowhere to goThe tiniest lifeboatWith people I knowCold, clammy, and crowdedThe people smell desperateWe'll sink any minuteSo someone must goThe tiniest lifeboatWith the people I knowEveryone's pushingEveryone's fightingStorms are approachingThere's nowhere to hideIf I say the wrong thingOr I wear the wrong outfitThey'll throw me right over the sideI'm hugging my kneesAnd the captain is pointingWell who made her captain?Still, the weakest must goThe tiniest lifeboatFull of people I knowThe tiniest lifeboatFull of people I know
Me Inside of Me - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-09 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy! J. D.:Think, long and hard.Conjure her up in your mind.What would she say?What’s her final statementto a cold, uncaring planet?VERONICA:Dear World,Believe it or not,I knew about fearI knew the way loneliness stungI hid behind smilesAnd crazy hot clothesI learned to kiss boys with my tongueBut oh, the world it held me downUh, it weighed like a concrete prom queen crownH. CHANDLER:No one thinks a pretty girl has feelingsNo one gets her insecurityI am more than shoulder pads and makeupNo one sees the me inside of meJesus, you’re making me sound like air supply!J. D.:Keep going.This has to be good enough to fool the cops.COP #1:Woah! Is it murder?COP #2:No, look. Here’s a suicide note.VERONICA & H. CHANDLER:They couldn’t see past my rock star mystiqueThey wouldn’t dare look in my eyesVERONICA, H. CHANDLER, & COP #2:But just underneath was a terrified girlWho clings to her pillow and criesMy looks were just like prison barsThey’ve left me a myriad of scarsH. CHANDLER:Myriad? Nice.VERONICA, H. CHANDLER, & COPS:No one thinks a pretty girl has substanceThat’s the curse of popularityCOPS:PopularityCOP #1:I am more than just a source of hand jobsVERONICA, H. CHANDLER, & COPS:No one see the me inside of mePRINCIPAL:Heather Chandler’s not your everyday suicide…COAH:You should cancel classes.PRINCIPAL:No way, Coach.I send the kids home before lunch,and the switch board will light up like a Christmas tree.MRS. FLEMING:Our children are dying!I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteriaand just talk and feel together.PRINCIPAL:Thank you, Mrs. Fleming.Call me when the shuttle lands.TEACHERS:HahahahahahaMRS. FLEMING:I’m telling you, we all misjudged Heather Chandler.This is the loveliest suicide note I’ve ever read.H. CHANDLER & MRS. FLEMING:Box up my clothing for GoodwillAnd give the poor my Nordic trackDonate my car to crippled kidsOr to those ghetto moms on crackGive them my hats and my CDsMy pumps, my flats, my three TVsEVERYONE:No one thinks a pretty girl has feelingsBut I weep for all I failed to be, I failed to beMaybe I can help the world by leavingMaybe that’s the me inside of mePRINCIPAL:Aw, hell! Long weekend for everybody!MRS. FLEMING:Hey, not so fast kids!They’re refueling the buses,Which gives us a solid half hour of healing.Now, I have mimeographed copies of the suicide noteSo you all can feel Heather’s anguish.GIRL:I never knew about her pain.MRS. FLEMING: Go on.BOY:Her life had hit a rocky patch.MRS. FLEMING:Feel!GIRL:Deep down, she wasn’t cruel or vain.MRS. FLEMING:Heal!STUDENTS:She didn’t mean to be a snatch.MRS. FLEMING:Veronica you’re very quiet. What’s on your mind? VERONICA:Uh, maybe Heather realized that in order to be happy,She had to give up her power.And the only way to do that was death.MRS. FLEMING:My God.Look what we’ve done,We’re breaking through.Heather would be so proud of you!STUDENTS:And you, and you, and you, and youEVERYONE:No one thinks a pretty girl can touch youGOTH CHICK:Heather touching meEVERYONE:But she’s made us better and be heardHeather’s dead, but she will live inside meAnd I’ll be the me inside of herMRS. FLEMING:Holy crap! This is awesome!EVERYONE:Heather cried,Our sins off her shouldersMRS. FLEMING:Jesus Christ!EVERYONE:Heather died so we could all be freeMRS. FLEMING:I’m bigger than John Lennon!EVERYONE:Heather’s gone, but she will live foreverGIRL:She’s the dove that sings outside my windowBOY:She’s the twin from whom I’m separatedGIRL:She’s the horse I never got for ChristmasEVERYONE:Heather sees the me inside of meHeather is the me inside of meInside of me!
Dead Girl Walking - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-06 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!VERONICA:The demon queen of high school Has decreed itShe says Monday, 8 amI will be deletedThey’ll hunt me down in Study HallStuff and mount me on the wallThirty hours to liveHow shall I spend them?I don’t have to stay and die like cattleI could change my name and drive up to SeattleBut I don’t own a motor bikeWait, here’s an option that I likeSpend these thirty hours getting’ freakyYeah!I need it hard,I’m a dead girl walkingI’m in your yard,I’m a dead girl walkingBefore they punch my clock,I’m snappin’ off your window lockGot no time to knockI’m a dead girl walkingJ. D.:Veronica?What are you doin’ in my room?VERONICA:ShhhhhhSorry, but I really had to wake youSee, I’ve decided I must ride you ‘till I break you‘Cause Heather says I gotsta goYou’re my last meal on Death RowShut your mouthAnd lose them tighty whiteysCome on!Tonight I’m yours!I’m your dead girl walkingGet on all foursKiss this dead girl walkingLet’s go, you know the drillI’m hot, and pissedAnd of the pillBow down to the will of a dead girl walkingAnd you know, you know, you know,It’s cause you’re beautifulYou say you’re numb insideBut I can’t agreeSo the world’s not fair?Keep it locked out thereIn here it’s beautifulLet’s make this beautiful!J. D.:That works for me!VERONICA:Yeah!Full steam aheadTake this dead girl walkingJ. D.:How’d you find my address?VERONICA:Let’s break the bedRock this dead girl walkingJ. D.:I think we tore my mattress!VERONICA:No sleep tonight for youBetter chug that Mountain DewJ. D.:Okay, okay!VERONICA:Get your ass in gearMake this whole town disappearJ. D.:Okay, okay!VERONICA: J. D.:Slap me, pull my hair Touch me there, there, and there There, there, and thereNo more talking Woah!Love this dead girl walking Woah, woah! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!Love this dead girl walking Love this dead girl Woah, woah! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!Love this dead girl Love this dead girlYeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ouch!YEAH! YEAH!
Big Fun - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-06 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!KURT:Dad says act our ageYou heard the man,It’s time to rageSTUDENTS:Blast the bassTurn out the lightsAin’t nobody home tonightRAM:Drink, smoke, it’s all coolLet’s get naked in my poolSTUDENTS:Punch the wall and start a fightAin’t nobody home tonightKURT:His folks got a water bedCome upstairs and rest your headRAM:Let’s rub each other’s backsWhile watchin’ porn on CinemaxSTUDENTS:Aaaaaaaah!The folks are goneIt’s time for big funBig fun! We’re up till dawnHavin’ some big funBig fun!When Mom and Dad forgetTo lock the liquor cabinetIt’s big funBig fun!Big fun!VERONICA:Okay, Okay, Okay,So it’s salt, and then lime, and then shot.H. MCNAMARA:No, it’s salt, then sho—H. CHANDLER:You’re doing it wrong!VERONICA:Wait, really?Cause I feel great!RAM: Veronica, you are lookin’ good tonight!VERONICA:WoahA hot guy smiled at meWithout a trace of mockerySTUDENTS:Everyone’s high a kiteAin’t nobody home tonightVERONICA:Stoned, zoned, I should quitHey, is that weed?I want a hit!STUDENTS:Fill that joint and roll it tightAin’t nobody home tonightVERONICA:Dreams are comin’ trueWhen people laughBut not at youI’m not aloneI’m not afraidI feel like Bono at Live AidSTUDENTS:Aaaaaah!The house is oursIt’s time for big funBig fun!Let’s use the showersThat sounds like big funBig fun!Crack open one more caseVERONICA:I think that’s what they call third baseSTUDENTS:Big fun! Big fun!Big fun!VERONICA: That actually looks likeSTUDENTS:Big fun!Big fun!Big fun!Woo!KURT:Alright people, listen up!What is Westerberg gonna do to the Razorbacks at Sunday’s game?RAM: Gonna make ‘em goWee! Wee! Wee! Wee!STUDENTS:Big fun!Big fun!H. DUKE:Way to show maturity.STUDENTS:Big fun!Big fun!H. DUKE:Quit it, jack ass.Get off of me!STUDENTS:Big fun!Big fun!VERONICA:Yo, Ram, emergency.I just saw some freshmen sneaking over the pool fence.RAM:I hate freshman!Where are you little pricks?I’m comin’ for you!VERONICA:Hey, are you okay?H. DUKE:I didn’t need your help.VERONICA:Awwww! Thanks, Heather, but I don’t really have to vomit right now.STUDENTS:The party’s hot, hot, hot!It’s time for big funBig fun!RAM:You need a Jello shotSTUDENTS:Were havin’ big funBig fun!H. DUKE:Martha Dumptruck in the flesh,H. MCNAMARA:Here comes the cootie squad!H. DUKE:You should—H. CHANDLER:Shut up, Heather!H. DUKE:Sorry, Heather.H. MCNAMARA:Look who’s with her.Oh my god!HEATHERS:Dang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangDang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangVERONICA:I can’t believe you actually came.MARTHA:It’s exciting, right?Oh, I wanna say hello to Ram.I brought sparkling cider!H. CHANDLER:Showing up here took some gutsTime to rip ‘em outH. DUKE:Well who’s this pig remind you of?Especially the snout!HEATHERS:Dang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangDang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangRAM:Where the hell are those freshmen?MARTHA:Hi, Ram. Uh, I wasn’t gonna come.But since you took the time to write that sweet note—RAM:What note?Why do you gotta be so weird all the time?People wouldn’t hate you so muchif you acted normal.*spits out sparkling cider*There’s no alcohol in here!Are you trying to poison me?HEATHERS:Dang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangDang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangDang, dang, diggity-dang-a-dangDiggity-dang-a-dang!STUDENTS:The folks are goneIt’s time for big funBig fun!We’re up till dawnHavin’ some big funBig fun!So let the speakers blowThey’ll buy another stereoOur folks got no clue‘Bout all the shit their children doWhy are they surprised whenever we’re unsupervised?It’s big funBig fun!Big fun!Big fun!Big fun!Big fun!
Freeze Your Brain - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-05 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!I’ve been through ten high schoolsThey start to get blurryNo point planting rootsCause you’re gone in a hurryMy dad keeps two suitcases packed in the denSo it’s only a matter of whenI don’t learn the namesDon’t bother with facesAll I can trust is this concrete oasisSeems every time I’m about to despairThere’s a 7/11 right thereEach store is the same from Los Vegas to BostonLinoleum isles that I love to get lost inI pray at my alter of slushYeah, I live for that sweet frozen rushFreeze your brainSuck on that strawGet lost in the painHappiness comes when everything numbsWho needs cocaine?Freeze your brainFreeze your brainJ. D.:Care for a hit?VERONICA:Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?J. D.:Not anymore.When mom was aliveWe lived half way normalNow it’s just me and my dadWe’re less formalI learned to cook pastaI learned to pay rentLearned the world doesn’t owe you a centYou’re planning your future,Veronica SawyerYou’ll go to some collegeAnd marry a lawyerBut the sky’s gonna hurt when it fallsSo you’d better start building some wallsFreeze your brainSwim in the iceGet lost in the painShut your eyes tight‘Till you vanish from sightLet nothing remainFreeze your brainShatter your skullFight pain with more painForget who you areUnburden your loadForget in six weeksYou’ll be back on the roadWhen the voice in your headSays “You’re better off dead.”Don’t open a veinJust freeze your brainFreeze your brainGo on and freeze your brainTry it
Fight for Me - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-05 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!STUDENTS:Holy shit! Holy shit!Holy shit! Holy shit!Holy shit! Holy shit!Holy shit! Holy shit!Holy shit!VERONICA:Why when you see boys fightDoes it look so horrible, yetFeel so right?I shouldn’t watch this crapThat’s not who I amBut with this kid,DamnHey, Mr. No-Name-KidSo who might you be?And could you fight for me?And hey,Could you face the crowd?Could you be seen with meAnd still act proud?Hey, could you hold my hand?And could you carry meThrough No-Man’s Land?It’s fine if you don’t agreeBut I would fight for you If you would fight for meLet them drive us undergroundI don’t care how farYou can set my broken bonesAnd I know CPRWell, woahYou can punch real goodYou’ve lasted longer thanI thought you wouldSo, hey, Mr. No-Name-Kid,If some night you’re freeVERONICA: STUDENTS:Wanna fight for me? Holy shitIf you’re still alive Holy shitI would fight for you Holy shit, holy shitIf you would fight for me Holy shit, holy shit, Holy shit, holy shit!
Candy Store - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-05 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!H. CHANDLER:Are we gonna have a problem?You got a bone to pick?You’ve come so far,Why now are you pulling on my dick?I’d normally slap your face off,And everyone here could watch.But I’m feeling nice.Here’s some advice.Listen up, biotch!H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:I like!H. CHANDLER:Lookin’ hotBuying stuff they cannotH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:I like!H. CHANDLER:Drinkin’ hardMaxin’ Dad’s credit cardH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:I like!H. CHANDLER:Skippin’ gymScaring herScrewing himH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:I like!H. CHANDLER:Killer clothesHEATHERS:Kickin’ nerds in the nose!H. CHANDLER:If you lack the ballsYou can go play dollsLet your mommy fix you a snackH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:Woah!H. CHANDLER:Or you could come smokePound some rum and cokeIn my Porsha with the quarterbackHEATHERS:Woah! Woah! Woah!Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?Welcome to my candy storeIt’s time for you to prove You’re not a loser anymoreThen step into my candy storeH. CHANDLER & H. MCNAMARA:Guys fallH. DUKE:At your feetPay the checkH. MCNAMARA:Help you cheatHEATHERS:All youH. DUKE:Have to doH. CHANDLER:Say goodbye to ShamooHEATHERS:That freak’sH. MCNAMARA:Not your friendI can tell in the endHEATHERS:If sheH. MCNAMARA:Had your shotHEATHERS:She would leave you to rotH. MCNAMARA:‘Course if you don’t careFine! Go braid her hairMaybe Sesame Street is onHEATHERS:Woah! H. MCNAMARA:Or forget the creepH. DUKE:And get in my jeepH. CHANDLER:Let’s go tear up someone’s lawnHEATHERS:Woah! Woah! Woah!Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?Welcome to my candy storeYou just gotta prove You’re not a pussy anymoreThen step into my candy storeH. CHANDLER:You can join the teamH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:Or you can bitch and moanH. CHANDLER:You can live the dreamH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:Or you can die aloneH. CHANDLER:You can fly with eaglesHEATHERS:Or if you preferH. CHANDLER:Keep on testing meH. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:And end up like her!MARTHA:Veronica, look!Ram invited me to his homecoming party.This proves he’s been thinking about me.VERONICA:Color me stoked.MARTHA:I’m so happy!HEATHERS:Woah!H. DUKE:Honey, whachu waiting fo—H. CHANDLER: H. DUKE & H. MCNAMARA:Step into my candy store! Time for you to proveOooh woah! Woah oh oh! You’re not a lame ass anymore Then step into my candy storeHEATHERS:It’s my candy storeIt’s my candyIt’s my candy storeIt’s my candyIt’s my candy store
Beautiful - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-04 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!
Kindergarten Boyfriend - Heathers: The Musical +LYRICS Heathers Musical Lyrics 2014-08-03 | (p) Yellow Sound Label owns this music, not me. But enjoy!There was a boy I met in kindergartenHe was sweet, he said that I was smartHe was good at sports and people liked himAnd at nap time once, we shared a matI didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathingWatched him dream for nearly half an hourOooooooh, then he woke upHe pulled a scab off one time playing kickballKissed me quick and pressed it in my handI took that scab and put it in a locketAll year long I wore it near my heartHe didn’t care if I was thin or prettyAnd he was mine until we hit first gradeOooooooh, then he woke upLast night I dreamed a horse with wingsFlew down into my homeroomOn its back there he satAnd he held out his armSo we sailed above the gymAcross the faculty parking lotMy kindergarten boyfriend and IAnd a horse with wingsNow we’re all grown up and we know betterNow we recognize the way things areCertain boys are just for kindergartenCertain girls are meant to be aloneBut I believe that any dream worth havingIs a dream that should not have to endSo I’ll build a dream that I can live inAnd this time I’m never waking upAnd we’ll soar above the treesOver cars and croquet lawnsPast the church and the lakeAnd the tri-county mallWe will fly through the dawn To a new kindergartenWhere nap time is centuries longOoooooh, oooooh, oooooooh, oooh
