Prey for Rock & Roll Page #6

I'd just lunged through that window

with a French fry scoop in my hand

and I just rammed those

f***ing pickles right down his throat.

Jacki, you just missed my turn!

- (laughs )

- F***!

Next thing you know, I'm standing

in front of some judge

with this court-ordered

attorney pleading

the "special orders do

f***ing upset us" defense.

Yeah, great. Listen, flip a b*tch

at this light, will you?

- I'm f***ing tired.

- But it'd be worth it.

You know why, Nick?

-You're a f***ing idiot, you know that?

- Because when sh*t like that happens,

it's never about the pickle.

Okay, that's good.

Animal, that's enough!

What the f*** are you doing?

You're gonna kill him!

F***ing a**hole!

I gotta pee.

Jacki's voice:

Okay, a murderer, a rapist,

and a dyke walk into a tattoo shop.

Oh, God.

Please, a little help here!

I need a sign, man.

Just a little something to tell me

what the f*** I'm supposed to do.

# Bring on the ugly #

# Bring on the sh*t #

# You bring me something #

# That I just can't fix #

# If I make you ugly #

# It might do the trick #

# No one can fix you #

# You make me sick #

# You bring out the worst in me #

# And you bring out

the hate in me #

# My rap is something

you can say #

# Can't see you comin' #

# But we feel you leave #

# Don't see your own messes #

# You don't feel the grief #

# When you bring on the ugly #

# When you bring on the sh*t #

# You bring me something #

# That I just can't fix #

# You bring out the worst in me #

# And you bring out

the hate in me #

# My rap is something

you can say #

# Now you're ugly #

# Did I take revenge

on my broken brother? #

# Shall I make amends? #

# Should I even bother? #

# Did he pay the price

for so many others? #

# 'Cause I don't feel a thing

for that sick motherf***er! #

# You bring out the worst in me #

- # And you bring out the hate in me #

- You f***ed up, homeboy.

# My rap is something

you can say. #

Would you let me help you?

- I'll cook us something.

- Will you just stop, please stop!

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go get some air, okay?

( rock music playing )

Hey, babe.

Oh, Jesus.

What the f***?

You're just making this

worse by avoiding her.

You can't--

I feel like

Tracy is just hiding from me.

And Faith, oh my God! Man,

sometimes I catch her looking at me,

Iike she expects me to shatter.

I f***ing hate it.

And my brother...

I love him, but...

we don't even know

what to say to each other.

Did he tell you why

he was in prison?

Yeah.

You what I remember most

about that night?

My brother beating

our stepfather to death

in my bed with me still in it.

I wish I'd had

a big brother like Animal.

I was eight years old--

I remember...

watching this movie--

I don't remember

what it was called, but...

Bobby Darin was in it.

And he was playing his guitar

in some army hospital.

And I tried so hard to pretend

that he was singing to me,

and that I was there,

so I didn't have to be

where I was.

I watched

a lot of movies like that.

I just-- I don't want

people to feel sorry for me.

I mean, I feel like a freak.

You're just kids, for Christ's sake.

They're the freaks, man.

You know...

Sal, I know it sounds stupid,

when you say it out loud

you know, or corny,

whatever, but it's true, man.

Music was the one thing

that helped me.

When I play, I feel...

Safe.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Wow!

I think I need to go beat

the f*** out of my drums.

Yeah, you do.

# Every six minutes

someone says "no" #

# Every six minutes

she gets ignored #

# It's not

what you're wearing #

# It's not where you've been #

# The fact that they think so #

# Tells you something about sin #

( mumbling )

# Tells you something about sin. #

# Every six minutes #

# Someone says "no" #

# Every six minutes #

# She gets ignored #

# It's not what you're wearing #

# It's not where you've been #

# The fact that they think so #

# Tells you something about sin #

# Every six minutes #

# A woman cries #

# Because every six minutes #

# Her pleads are denied #

# No one's asking for it #

# It's no woman's even desire #

# That fact that they think so #

# Is a man-made liar #

# The passing oftime #

# Have bring me closer to me #

# 'Cause I got love and justice #

# That keeps you free #

# I've got.38 special #

# Reasons at my side #

# Face the ultimate "no," big boy #

# This time I'll decide #

# If I had a bullet #

# For every six minutes #

# I know just where to put it #

# Every six minutes #

# Running your heart #

# Running your brain #

# Maybe I gotta start #

# Just might ease my pain #

# The passing of time #

# Brings you closer to me #

# 'Cause I got love andjustice #

# That keeps you free #

# I've got.38 special #

# Reasons at my side #

# Face the ultimate "no,"

big boy #

# This time, I'll decide #

- # If I had a bullet #

- # Every six minutes #

# I'd know just where to put it #

# Every six minutes #

- # If I had a bullet #

- # Every six minutes #

- # I'd know just where to put it #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes #

- # Every six minutes. #

Hi, Daddy, it's me.

I think there's something wrong

with my car.

You know, the clutch

or the brakes or something.

If you could put some extra money

in my account this week?

Okay. Thanks, Daddy.

I love you. Bye.

F***!

( rock music playing )

I see you finally

got yourself a roadie.

Well, yeah.

Well, my mom told I'd hurt

my female parts hauling

all that gear, so there you go.

Listen, now.

Did you ever think about

wearing a dress?

I think about

a lot of things, Chuck,

but that's definitely not

one of them.

Well, that's too bad,

I think you'd look good

in a dress. Pretty.

I think you'd look pretty

in a dress too, Chuck.

Well, l-- I should have your contract

wrapped up in a week or so.

Sounds great.

We're psyched. Thanks.

Well, I think that deserves a hug.

Huh?

( forced laugh )

Okay, that's good,

Chuck, thanks.

Right, right. Sorry.

- All right. Well, I'll see you.

- See you.

Where the f*** is Tracy?

Can't keep pretending

to tune this guitar.

We're gonna have

to go on without her.

Well, that'll sound like sh*t.

- What the f*** are we supposed to do?

- Hey!

It's nice of you

to f***ing show up.

Tracy:
Okay.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Think you can take it from here?

Nee-nee-me-nee!

# Even the drugs

look good on you #

# Hey, pretty, pretty... #

# You f***

a rock and roll star #

# You're a gorgeous mess #

# A mess

that's gone too far #

# Hey, pretty, pretty #

# Oh, pretty #

# Oh, pretty, oh, pretty #

# Yeah, yeah, yeah... #

# Oh! #

Hey, Tracy.

It's been a long time.

- How are you?

- Looking good.

Yeah?

I could be a lot better.

Hey!

Here, try this.

Oh, sh*t! Okay.

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