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by A.John
Rated: 13+ · Other · Music · #1776028
A musical dialog between townspeople and a killer.
The Trouble Maker

All characters sing their parts but the narrator/deep singe's intro I haven't exactly worked out yet. Hopefully you can understand it.

Narrator intro:

Menacing melody plays...

(Sheriff brings bloodied man into the village center where the angry mob has gathered.)

Old Lady: wobbles a crooked finger at the man and yells out

He came from hell
with mischief on his mind!
He came to cast a spell
on our sisters and your wives!

(quick approval from mob)

Sobbing Mother: He shot and killed my daughter (sniff sniff)
She was only one and nine.

Angry Villager: He oughta be slaughtered! (roar of approval)

Crying Mother: She was mine! She was MINE!

(snake rattle)

Deep Song Voice over the murmur of the mob sings:
Ohh
He's trouble
Ear to ear (ha ha ha ha ha)
They don't love em no more
He's the criminal of the year (Come on, yeah!)

He's trouble (Grrrrr.....Ow!)
Everyday
They don't love em no more
They want him to pay!

hey...

( enter murmur of people)

Menacing melody again...


Sly voice:
I thought that one was much too young
but I figured she'd be fine
Well we took a drug, she took a gun
And ended her own life!

(Dialog of village people in uproar, Liar! Murderer!)

Sheriff: This is the end of the line for you!
You'll die for your crime!

Narrator: But the bloody man just bowed his head
and sighed and said: Divine.

Villager: To the priest inside the nave! (roar of approval)

Priest: “What have you done, my son?!”
“Shall we pray? What do you say!?”

Voice: Throw me in the wintery grave!
I promise I'll be back someday!
(ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha....)

Ahhhhhhhhh-
He's trouble
On the road (ha ha. ho ho ho ho)
They don't love em no more
He's got a hole in his soul (Hey, pst)

He's trouble (Ow! Ow! Owooo!)
All around (Bats)
They don't love em no more
So they put him in the ground

(shovel and dirt)

Priest: For all to know the village safe
The ancient sacrifice is made
Go from here t whence you came
To endless depths eternal flame.

(Bell Toll)
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