TWOEY
Hear how a bastard, orphan, child of the street and a
Chazer, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Shithole in Manhattan by lesser gods, poor as dirt, purposeless
Grew up to be a traitorous herbalist!
MUSHNIK
The dolt misfit useless nar without a father
Got us all captured… the vines are getting tighter…
By being a fool, lovelorn, by making a huge pother
By just six, he was already nothing but a bother
AUDREY
But before the plants made slaves of us, ego killed and blended
As one across the states, he loved me, he was the greatest…
Inside, he had beauty, something you don't see on Skid Row
He had the courage to finish off a semi-sadist
ORIN
He did not 'finish me,' but the reverse? Maybe.
Krelborn faced me shaking, gun held out like it's weighty
Might as well been at his temple, for all it did against me
In the end it was the gas, the machine, my own lady
TWOEY
In the end, it was me! Not those other in betweens.
I am the inevitable, you know what I mean?
Not that it would matter, I've had you all as cuisine, and
It's all thanks to his routine, come on, spill, boy!
SEYMOUR
Seymour Krelborn, antichrist
My fate was Seymour Krelborn, antichrist
There are a million things I have undone
And it's too late, it's too late…
MUSHNIK
When he was born his parents left, saw a pest, wise bastards…
Two years later, see Seymour in a shelter, just shattered
Half-dead sittin' in his own sick, staff plastered
COMPANY
But Seymour got better, with depression standard
AUDREY
Moved in with his father, his father completely failed him
Left him sufferin' from low self image, prayin' to a hymn
A hymn readin', "Father, what could I ever be for?"
He started searchin' and prayin' every day for a rapport…
TWOEY AND COMPANY
There couldn't have been a better chump for someone like yours truly
He woulda done anything at all to stop his girl bein' treated cruelly
Started bleedin', feedin' for my unceasin' bloodlust
Killin' Doc Dad and Doll and sendin' all to dust to dust
Stressin' for every interview he had to do
Not knowin' the future where he'd wish I never grew (Ooh)
Into a mother reppin' for my homeland
In this land, life of the self is banned
COMPANY AND SEYMOUR
In this land, life of the self is banned (It's too late)
In this land, life of the self is banned (It's too late)
In this land, life of the self is banned
WOMEN AND MEN
In this land (This land)
SEYMOUR
It's too late
COMPANY
Seymour Krelborn, antichrist (Seymour Krelborn, antichrist)
We are tangled in these vines with you (Tangled in these vines with you)
You could never stand up
You never learned to grow a spine
Oh, Seymour Krelborn, antichrist (Seymour Krelborn, antichrist)
When the mass of flesh sings for you
Will it know what you suffered through?
Will it know you were always screwed?
The states will never be the same, oh
TWOEY AND COMPANY
The mouse is in the cat's mouth now
See if you can spot him (It's too late)
Another faceless mass
Writhin,' stuck in the prelim (It's too late)
He wished to be forgotten, but
The mass of flesh remembers
ORIN AND MUSHNIK AND AUDREY
We bled for him
ORIN
Me? I plead with him
MUSHNIK
Me? I despised him
AUDREY
Me? I loved him
TWOEY
And me? I'm the mean mother that trashed him!
ALL BUT TWOEY
I have no mouth, it's all just vines
We want to die
TWOEY
Come on, spill, guys!
ALL BUT TWOEY
Seymour Krelborn, antichrist