I love using songs in my stories. ^-^ it awesome!
I do not own Repo! The genetic opera.
Two drunken Idiots are walking around. They are on their way back to the alley where they could get a hit of the glow before one gets a rude encounter…
Both men (screeching in high pitched voices): Repo Man! Repo Man!
(They laugh uncontrollably)
Man 1: Out from the night from the mist steps a figure.
No one really knows his name for sure.
He stands at six foot six, head and shoulders,
Pray he never comes knocking at your door.
Say that you once bought a heart or new corneas,
but somehow never managed to square away your debts.
He won't bother to write or to phone you...
He'll just rip your still-beating heart from your chest! (Pretends to rip heart of his friend's chest)
(They laugh loudly again)
Both men: Repo Man! Repo Man!
Man 2: Now you could run. You could hide. You could try to!
But he always has a way of finding you.
He will come at your weakest hour.
When no one is around who might rescue you!
Both men (laughing): Repo Man! Repo Man!
Unaware of the Black figure in the alley they laugh, howl and drink.
Repo man: And none of us are free from this horror.
For many years ago we all fell in debt.
New body parts were need, to perfect our image
and until our debts are clear, we will live in fear! Of the...
Both men (screaming and trying to run away): Repo Man! Repo Man!
Repo grabbed the one of the men by the back of his shirt and slung him around to meet his knife across his throat. Blood poured from his neck as the other stood and watched in horror. The man fell to the ground and Repo beside him opened his bag and grabbed his scalpel. His sliced and he snipped, he reached in the man's chest and pulled out his lungs. A terrifying laugh gurgled out of Repo's throat. He threw them in the box and turned to the other man still standing in horror. His face went pale and his eyes were vacant. Repo picked up his gear and walked up to the man, "Boo" was the only thing he said to him when he fell to the ground as well. Dead from pure fright. Another spine tingling laugh came from Repo Man. He pulled up his grappling hook and flew himself in the air. On the roof tops looking for his next victim he can see the "cleanup crew" come to clean up his mess. A thin smirk formed his face.