Testo Fevered Egos - Bill Hicks
Testo della canzone Fevered Egos (Bill Hicks), tratta dall'album Rant in E-Minor
Well folks, this is kind of a sentimental evening for me because this
Is my final live performance I'll ever do, ever. No biggie, no no no
No hard feelings, no sour grapes whatsoever. I've been doing this 16
Years, enjoyed every second of it. Every plane flight, every segment
Every delay, every cancelled flight, every lost luggage, living in
Hotel rooms, every broken relationship, playing the Comedy Pouch in
Possum Ridge, Arkansas every fucking year. It's been great, don't
Get me wrong. But the fact of the matter is, the reason I'm gonna
Quit performing is I finally got my own TV show coming out next fall
On CBS. So, thank you. Finally. It is not a talk show. Dear God
Thank you, thank Jesus, thank Buddha, thank Mohammed, thank Allah
Thank Krishna, thank every fucking God in the book. Please, relax
No, it's not a talk show. It's a half hour weekly show that I will
Host entitled "Let's Hunt and Kill Billy Ray Cyrus." So y'all be
Tuning in? Cool. Cool. It's a fairly self-explanatory plot. Each week
We let the hounds of hell loose and we chase that jarhead, no talent
Cracker asshole all over the globe. Till I finally catch that fruity
Little ponytail of his and pull him to his knees, put a gun in his
Mouth. Then we'll be back in '94 with "Let's Hunt and Kill Michael
Bolton." So. Thanks a lot, man. Cool. I'm just trying to rid the
World of all these fevered egos that are tainting our collective
Unconscious and making us pay a greater psychic price than we can
Possibly imagine. And we're kicking the whole thing off with a
Christmas special this year and I don't want you to miss this at all
Bring the whole family. The MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice, Marky Mark
Christmas Spectacular. And I don't want to give away any of the
Surprises on that show but the first one we hunt and kill is Marky
Mark. You know why? His pants kept falling around his ankles and he
Couldn't run away. I get to crossbow him right in the abs. Something
Really beautiful about watching him lay down in a pile of snow as
His blood seeps out and melts the snow and he sinks beneath sight
You just let out this psychic sigh of relief. Ahhh, he's gone. Ahhh
I had no idea what a price I was paying just the fact that he
Existed. Ahhh, your limbs loosen, the bowels feel free, your spine
Is erect, you begin to walk more chirpily, birds begin singing
The sun comes out. I'm telling you, these fevered little egos are
Tainting our collective unconscious, man. In fact, that's how I
Pitched this show to the network. I actually went in and I said I'd
Like to do a show where we rid the world of all these fevered egos
That are tainting our collective unconscious. And the CBS guy goes
"Will there be titty?" "Sure, alright, if you want titty." And he
Goes, "You got a show." And I had no idea it'd be that easy. All
These years I've been trying to write scripts and movies and
Plots and characters, you know, and writing. "Titties, you're
In, you got it." Boom, a check fell in my fucking lap, right?
Suddenly I'm a producer. "What are the titties gonna do?"
"I don't know, they'll jiggle." "Alright, we like you
Hollywood's been looking for someone like you, son." All these
Years and I hit the key, you know what I mean? Fuck it. Boom
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