Prey for Rock & Roll

Woman's voice:
All my life,

all I ever wanted to be

was a rock and roll star.

# Sixty-one-forty-one

Afton Place was my home #

# Junkies, thieves,

rednecks and queens #

# Rock and roll stars

and freaks like me #

# I tried to leave this place

where the sidewalk screams #

# And the courtyard's

littered with broken dreams #

# But those dirty, dirty angels

keep on pulling me in #

# Promising me more

of nefarious sin #

Woman's voice:
I was this dorky

seventh grader from the Valley

when I had my first

cool experience.

My boyfriend, Johnny Miller,

had his dad drive us to see

Ike and Tina Turner

at the Hollywood Bowl.

Oh, man.

She scared the sh*t out of me!

It was the most bad-assed thing

I'd ever seen a woman do.

Suddenly, the idea of becoming

a teacher or a nurse lost its edge.

Sorry, Mom.

# 35 flew by

near Sunset and Vine #

# I'm not getting any younger #

# Hollywood is killing me,

this town's a motherf***er #

# I tried to leave this place

where the sidewalk screams #

# And the courtyard's

littered with broken dreams #

# But those dirty, dirty angels

keep on pulling me in #

# Promising me more

of my very sin #

Woman's voice:
The second after

I'd got my driver's license,

I grabbed my fake I.D.,

jumped into my Pinto,

and headed straight over

the hill to Hollywood.

I saw the band X at The Whiskey,

and I fell in love with Punk Rock.

I left that show knowing

I had to have my own band.

So I got an electric guitar,

learned three chords,

and cons some chicks

into starting a band with me.

That was 20 years ago.

Today, and God knows how many

bands later, not much has changed.

Not the gigs, not the clubs,

not the money.

# I tried to leave this place

where the sidewalk screams #

# And the courtyard's

littered with broken dreams #

# But those dirty, dirty angels

keep on pullin' me in #

# Promising me more

of nefarious sin #

( crowd shouting )

# My favorite sin #

Tonight, we made

$13.50 each.

Not even enough

to support my eyeliner habit.

Lady with a baby,

make a hole.

And what lucky ladies get to share

this glamorous life with me?

Let me introduce you to my band.

That's Faith. Guitar God by night,

guitar teacher by day.

Oh, man,

she loves her guitar!

I think she only stopped sleeping with

it when she started sleeping with Sally.

That's Sally.

Hmm, let's see.

If Shirley Temple and Keith Moon

had a love child,

she would definitely be Sally.

You need help with that, missy?

Oh, yeah.

That beautiful mess is Tracy.

Lucky for her,

she's a trust fund baby.

And a great bass player.

What did I say about the feet?

Oh, this is Jessica.

Hey.

It must be Friday.

- Hey.

- Am I going to see you later on?

Yeah. I'll call you.

Jacki...

don't say you're going to call me

unless you're going to call me, okay?

- I will see you later.

- All right.

See you later.

Let me just finish up here.

Fine.

Chicks.

I spent over20 years living, breathing,

f***ing, sucking, eating, sleeping,

and dreaming

all things rock and roll.

It never occurred to me

that I might not make it.

So, did I really want to be

slugging it out in little clubs,

still chasing that rock and roll dream

when I was 45?

50? How about f***ing 60?

I mean, at what point

do I become a joke?

In two days I'll be 40.

And surprise, surprise,

I ain't no rock star.

I could quit and become the bitter old

b*tch who devoted her whole life

to rock and roll

and never succeeded...

or I could stick with it and become the

bitter old b*tch who refused to give up.

Hmm, bitter rock chick

in a band?

Bitter rock chick without a band?

Either way, bitter and rock and roll

end up together.

Woman :

Go this way.

This, if--

( laughs )

Hello, lesbian lovers.

Hello,

lady who kept make up from mind.

Now here's a foolish question.

- Is Tracy here yet?

- ( chuckles )

Hello. Testes, one,

two, three. Testes.

# Ooga-chaka, ooga-ooga,

ooga-chaka, ooga-ooga #

# Ooga-chaka, ooga-ooga #

# I can't stop this feeling #

# Deep inside of me #

# Girl, you just don't realize #

- # What you do to me #

- F***!

# When I hold you

in my arms so tight #

Shut up!

# Hooked on a feeling #

I cannot believe you know

the words of that f***ing song!

Tracy, while we were waiting for you,

we took a vote.

We're now a cover band.

Cover this, dude.

Whore.

I'm like Cher.

Hey!

# That you're in love with me #

Yeah, yeah.

No way, man. I read the pamphlets.

Today's marijuana,

tomorrow I'm a crack whore.

Faith:

I know this girl.

She had a labia reduction.

Man.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready

for that cheap rock and roll sound?

The band you've been trying

to avoid all your life,

the f***ing worst band

in the history of rock and roll.

- Would you mind not f***ing--

- I'm embarrassed to introduce--

All right, Nick, Nick, enough.

Here, smoke pot and shut up, dude.

Think this could wait

until after rehearsal?

- I don't think so.

- I don't think so. We'll be right back.

- Nick:
Yeah!

- Come on, man, leave 'em alone.

It's the rock and roll sound.

- How much?

- 200, baby.

Oh, that's what I'm talking about.

I must've been a good boy.

You look so good.

God, you're so beautiful!

Why don't you

come with me, huh?

You don't need to practice.

They can practice. Quit.

- C'mon, Nick.

- Come with me in Mexico.

I can't, they'll kill me.

I got to stay.

Go. Get out.

At least come into the bathroom with me.

I want to show you something.

Don't be

a f***ing pig, dude, c'mon.

Go.

- Yo!

- Shut your hole!

# She says bad luck

follows me around #

# All my friends

have let me down #

# I don't need this dress,

these drugs, this town #

# These people, this party,

yeah, it's bringin' me down #

Buen dia, compadre.

- How are you doing?

- Good, good, good.

Real good.

# She says

I never used to live like this #

# I had it all

and walked away from it #

# I don't need these problems,

this drama, this sh*t #

# It's 3:
00 a.m.

and I'm losing my grip #

# With mouth full of lies

and heart full of sighs #

# "Why me, oh Lord,

why me?" she cries #

# 'Cause everyone else

is so f***ed up #

# And everything else

is so f***ed up #

All the time.

# And it always finds me,

it's just my luck #

# Ms Tweak lives

in Hollywood #

# Looking up at hell

she thinks she's got it so good #

# She don't need

no friends, no family, no man #

# She don't need nothing, man,

she don't give a damn #

# With a mouth full of lies

and a heart full of sighs #

# "Why me, oh Lord,

why me?" she cries #

# "'Cause everyone else

is so f***ed up" #

# "And everything else

is so f***ed up" #

# And it always finds me,

it's just my luck #

# She says,

"Blah, blah, blah" #

# She says

nothing at all #

# She says

"Blah, blah, blah" #

# She says

nothing at all. #

Look at you.

I can't believe you didn't tell me

you were getting out?

I wanted to surprise you.

You know that guy?

Grab my bass, will you?

Oh, man!

Who's this guy?

I don't know, he's kind of

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