All language subtitles for Hedwig.And.The.Angry.Inch.2001.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.LT]-English

Don't you know me,
Kansas City?

I'm the new
Berlin Wall.

Try and tear me down!

I was born
on the other side

Of a town
ripped in two

I made it over
the Great Divide

Now I'm coming
for you

Enemies
and adversaries

They try
and tear me down

You want me, baby,
I dare you

Try and tear me down

I rose from off
of the doctor's slab

Like Lazarus
from the pit

Now everyone wants
to take a stab

And decorate me

Blood, graffiti,
and spit

Enemies
and adversaries

They try
and tear me down

You want me, baby,
I dare you

Try and tear me down.

On August 13,
1961,

a wall
was erected

down the middle
of the city of Berlin.

The world was divided
by a cold war,

and the Berlin Wall was the most
hated symbol of that divide.

Reviled, graffiti'd,
spit upon.

We thought the wall
would stand forever.

And now
that it's gone,

we don't know
who we are anymore.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Hedwig is like that wall,

standing before you
in a divide

between East
and West.

Slavery
and freedom.

Man and woman.
Top and bottom.

And you can try
and tear her down,

but before you do,

you must remember
one thing!

Ain't much
of a difference

Between a bridge
and a wall

Without me right
in the middle, babe

Wow!

You would be
nothing at all

Enemies
and adversaries

They try
and tear me down

You want me, baby,
I dare you

Try and tear
me down

Enemies
and adversaries

They try
and tear me down

You me want me, baby,
I dare you

Try and
tear me down.

From East Berlin

to Junction City.

Hello, New York;
Hello, Missouri.

What? You wanna try
and tear me down?

Come on and tear-rrr--

Me down!

Hello...?

Where is everybody?

Out.

"Out"? Why are you
in such a mood?

I have been having
the most wonderful time with--

do you remember
that 45-year-old divorcee

with the hair
and the mean look?

She came up to me
after the show, and I thought,

"This lady wants
a piece of me."

So I didn't know
what to do.

I was alone,
I had nothing in my hand,

I was gonna go
for the eyes.

She came at me
from both sides, somehow,

and she just gave me
a fucking hug.

She gave me
a fucking hug.

Can you figure?

Can you fucking beat that?
She gave me--

I also got a few drinks
out of it as well,

which was not
a bad...

I was born
on the other side

Of a town
ripped in two

Made it over
the Great Divide

Now I'm coming
for you

Enemies
and adversaries...

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Why can't we...

why don't you write
a new song?

You want me, baby,
I dare you

Try and tear me down...

Thank you,
my name is Hedwig.

Please welcome those ambassadors
of Eastern bloc rock,

The Angry Inch.
Here they are.

And my man Friday,

through Thursday,

Yitzhak, ladies
and gentlemen.

There's no need,
there's none.

Also very talented and so lucky
to be here, right, boys?

- Yeah.
- Yes, Miss Hedwig.

Look out, guys,
lmmigration!

I've got their passports
right here.

Ladies and gentlemen,

do you like the pelt?
I want you to be honest,

because some bitch
stopped me on the way in--

"What poor, unfortunate
creature had to die

for you to wear that?"

"My Aunt Trudy,"
I replied.

Just walked away.
Just walked away ladies and--

- Hedwig, can we eat dessert?
- What is it? Yes, you can.

I am thrilled,

you can join me for
the fabulous first night

of the St. Louis leg
of my world tour.

And when it comes
to huge openings,

a lot of people
think of me.

Many more of you,
though,

have only recently
become aware of me.

It took a character
assassination piece like this

to make you finally
pay attention.

But now you're
interested, huh?

Intrigued, even?

How did some...

slip of a girly-boy
from Communist East Berlin

become the internationally
ignored song stylist

barely standing
before you?

That's what I want to talk about
tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

I don't wanna talk
about sudden,

undeserved
commercial success.

I don't wanna talk
about betrayal,

I don't wanna talk
about my lawsuit

against a certain
rock and roll "icon,"

Tommy Gnosis,

who, by some freak
coincidence, is performing

right next door
at Busch Stadium.

And to whom I taught
everything he knows,

and has apparently
forgotten,

about rock & roll!

Yes, this is
Phyllis Stein,

manager of Hedwig
and the Angry Inch.

I've been ho--
"Inch"! Not "Itch."

Let me speak
to Brad, please.

You know I've been holding
for 24 minutes?

Yes, hi, Brad,
this is Phyllis.

So what's going on
with Bilgewater's?

You make
the baby cry.

I heard the entire
chain's going under.

Hold on,
hold on a second.

- Hedwig!
- We can have a gig

in any Bilgewater's nationwide
with a 24-hour notice?

And they know what kind
of music we play?

Brad, I love you.

Okay, ciao.

People, people,
people.

Tomorrow is
a travel day.

It's a travel day
for Tommy,

so it's a travel day
for us.

Friday, Chicago.

Tommy's
at Soldier Field,

and we're
at Bilgewater's

in the mall
down the street.

And the next day,
looks like he's...

basically, he's back
on the bus.

Phyllis--
"basically"?

He's doing
a record signing.

Why do you feel
the need to lie to me?

Hedwig, please.
Come.

I don't think it's going
to help our lawsuit

if you continue to--

if you present
the appearance of stalking.

You know I don't
like that word.

Please listen to me.
How about you don't talk to him,

and I get someone
to steal a photo

- of you two together?
- A photo--

You know some rag
will run it.

It'll really help
the lawsuit.

Proves you two
know each other.

Please,

Iet me do my job.
Please?

Okay.

I'm gonna make
some phone calls.

I'm gonna make
some phone calls!

All right.

Okay, everybody.
Bedski!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I recently found
my first diary.

Age 2-6.

EAST BERLIN 1968

It was fully illustrated.

As I unrolled the pages,

I realised that so many people
have touched me

on my way
to this stage tonight.

How can I say
who touched me the most?

My father,
the American Gl?

Could it have been
my East German mother?

...pervert!

Get out! Get out!

Go on... Go on!

When the earth
was still flat

And clouds
made of fire

And mountains
stretched up to the sky

Sometimes higher

Folks roamed the earth

Like big rolling kegs

They had
two sets of arms

They had
two sets of legs

They had two faces peering
out of one giant head

So they could watch
all around them

As they talked
while they read

And they never

Knew nothing of love

It was before

The origin of love

The origin of love

The origin of love

The origin of love

Now there was
three sexes then

One that looked like two men
glued up back-to-back

They called
the children of the sun

And similar
in shape and girth

Was the children
of the Earth

They looked like two girls
rolled up in one

And the children
of the moon

Looked like a fork
shoved on a spoon

They was part sun,
part earth

Part daughter, part son

Aah--

The origin of love

Now the gods
grew quite scared

Of our strength
and defiance

And Thor said

"I'm gonna kill 'em all
with my hammer

Like I killed
the giants"

ButZeus said

"No, you better
let me

Use my lightning
like scissors

Like I cut the legs
off the whales

Dinosaurs into lizards"

And then he grabbed up
some bolts

He let out a laugh

Said, "I'll split them
right down the middle

Gonna cut them
right up in half"

And the storm clouds
gathered above

Into great balls
of fire

And then fire

Shot down from the sky
in bolts

Like shining blades
of a knife

And they ripped
right through the flesh

Of the children
of the sun

And the moon
and the earth

And some lndian god

Sewed the wound up
into a hole

Pulled it round
to our bellies

To remind us
the price we pay

And Osiris,
and the gods of the Nile

Gathered up a big storm
to blow a hurricane

To scatter us away

In a flood
of wind and rain

A sea of tidal waves

To wash us all away

And if we don't behave

They'll cut us down again

And we'll be hopping around
on one foot

Looking through
one eye

The last time
I saw you

We'd just split
in two

You was looking
at me

I was looking
at you

You had a way
so familiar

I could not recognise

'Cause you had blood
on your face

I had blood
in my eyes

But I could swear
by your expression

That the pain
down in your soul

Was the same
as the one down in mine

That's the pain

That cuts a straight line
down through the heart

We call it love

We wrapped our arms
around each other

Tried to shove ourselves
back together

We was making love

Making love

It was a cold, dark evening
such a long time ago

When, by the mighty hand
of Jove

It was a sad story
how we became

Lonely two-legged
creatures

The story
of the origin of love

That's
the origin of love

Oh yeah

The origin of love

The origin of love

The origin of love.

It is clear that
I must find my other half,

but is it a he,
or a she?

What does this person
look like?

Identical to me?

Or somehow complementary?

Does my other half have
what I don't?

Did he get the looks?

The luck?

The love?

Were we really separated
forcibly,

or did he just run off
with the good stuff?

Or did l?

Will this person
embarrass me?

What about sex?

Is that how we put ourselves
back together again?

Or can two people...

actually become one...

again?

I remember once
when I was six years old

I was watching
my favourite cartoon

on American Forces
Network--

"Jesus Was Good."

Jesus said the darndest thing.

Don't you ever mention
that name to me again.

But he died for our sins.

So did Hitler.

Absolute power corrupts.

Absolutely.

Better to be powerless, my son.

In the year I was born,
The Wall went up.

And many people decided
to move west to freedom.

Mother threw me
into a wheelbarrow

and headed east.

The Communists
gave her a job

teaching sculpture
to limbless children.

Most of my time
was spent

Iistening
to American Forces Radio.

We are freaks

We follow the code of freaks
We are freaks!

We stand back
We are freaks

We do what we please
and do what we choose

We are bad...

Our apartment
was so small,

that mother made me play
in the oven.

One of us,
one of us...

Late at night,

I would listen to the voices
of the American masters:

Toni Tenille,
Debby Boone,

Anne Murray--
who was actually a Canadian,

working in
the American idiom.

And then there were
the crypto-homo rockers:

Lou Reed, lggy Pop,

David Bowie--
who was actually an idiom

working in America
and Canada.

These artists,

they left as deep
an impression on me

as that oven rack
did on my face.

To be a young American
in muskrat love,

soft as an easy chair,
not even the chair,

"I am," I said,
"Have I never been mellow?"

And the coloured girls sing...

Do, do-do, do-do,
do, do-do

Do, do-do, do-do,
do, do-do

Do, do-do, do-do

Do, do-do, do,
do-do, do-do...

But never
with the melody.

How could I do it better
than Toni or Lou?

"Hey, boy...

take a walk
on the wild side!"

By my side

You will be the one

Lying by my side

Lying by my side

Lying by my side.

Okay.

Okay.

One day,
in the late mid-80s...

I was in my
early late 20s,

I had just been dismissed
from university

after delivering
a brilliant lecture

on the aggressive influence
of German philosophy

on rock and roll,
entitled,

"You, Kant, Always
Get What You Want."

At 26, my academic career
was over,

I had never
kissed a boy,

and I was
still sleeping with Mom.

The search
for my other half

on my side of The Wall

had proved futile.

Might he be found
on the other?

But how to get over?
People died trying.

Such were the thoughts
flooding my tiny head,

on the day that
I was sunning myself...

in an old bomb crater

I had discovered
near The Wall.

I am naked,

face down on a piece
of broken church,

inhaling a fragrant
westerly breeze,

my God, I deserved
a break today.

Girl,

I sure don't mean
to annoy you.

My name is
Sergeant Luther Robinson.

My name is Hansel.

Luther is silent for a moment
as he stares at my...

"Iittle bishop
in a turtleneck."

Hansel?

Well, you must
like candy.

I like Gummi Baerchen.

The taste is completely
different from a Gummi Bear,

yet somehow familiar.

It's much sweeter
than a Gummi Bear.

Wow.

And softer, too.

I feel
so optimistic.

I suddenly recognised
the flavour in my mouth--

it's the taste
of power.

Damn, Hansel.

I can't believe
you're not a girl.

You're so fine.

Why don't you take
the whole bag?

He searches my face
for news of his fate.

His expression is echoed
in scores of tiny faces,

pressing against
clear plastic,

panting faces of every
imaginable colour,

creed,
and non-Aryan origin,

fogging up the bag

Iike the windows
of a Polish bathhouse.

I stumbled naked
through the ruins,

back towards blander,
less complicated confections,

Ieaving in my wake,
a trail of rainbow carnage.

Next day, Hansel follows
the trail back,

and on his way
finds a Milky Way,

a roll of Necco Wafers,

some Pop Rocks,

and a giant-sized Sugar Daddy
named Luther.

I've got
a sweet tooth

For licorice drops
and jelly rolls

Hey, sugar daddy

Hansel needs some sugar
in his bowl

I'll lay out fine china
on the linen

And polish up
the chrome

If you've got
some sugar for me

Sugar daddy,
bring it home

Oh, the thrill
of control

Like the rush
of rock and roll

It's the sweetest taste
I've known

If you've got some sugar,
bring it home.

Looks like we've got

some sugar daddies
in the house.

Honey bees
go shopping

It's something
to be seen.

You could give me
a cavity, honey.

They swarm
to wildflowers

Get nectar
for the queen.

I bet you could fill
that cavity, sweetie.

And everything
you bring me

Got me dripping
like a honeycomb

If you got
some sugar for me

Sugar daddy,
bring it home.

It's a car wash,
ladies and gentlemen.

Whoa, the thrill
of control

Like a blitzkrieg
on the roll

It's the sweetest taste
I've known

Oh yeah

If you've got some sugar,
bring it home

Ba-da ba-da do

Come on, sugar daddy,
bring it home.

He loves me, Mother.

He wants to marry me...

and get me the hell
out of here.

Get my passport
and my camera, Hansel.

It's a simple
cut-and-paste job.

We change
the photo,

and you can use my name--
Hedwig Schmidt.

Not so simple,
ladies.

Baby...

you know
I love you.

I'm always
thinking of you.

But I gotta
marry you here,

in East Berlin.

And that means a full
physical examination.

They'd see right away
that I have a--

No, baby.

To walk away...

you gotta...

Ieave something
behind.

Am I right,
Mrs Schmidt?

I've always thought so,
Luther.

To be free,

one must give up
a little part of oneself.

And I know just
the doctor to take it.

My sex change operation
got botched

My guardian angel
fell asleep on the watch

Now all I've got
is a Barbie doll crotch

I've got an angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

I got a--
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward
and five inches back

I got a--
I got an angry inch

I'm from the land where you
still hear the cries

I had to get out,
had to sever all ties

I changed my name
and assumed a disguise

I got an angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

I got a--
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

I got a--
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

The train is coming
and I'm tied to the track

I try to get up,
I can't get no slack

I got an angry inch,
angry inch

My mother made my tits
out of clay

Tits out of clay

My boyfriend told me
that he'd take me away

Tits of clay

He dragged me
to the doctor one day

I've got an angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

I got a motherfucking
angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

I got a--
I got an angry inch

Long story short.

Yeah, long story short--

when I woke up
from the operation,

I was bleeding
down there.

I was bleeding from the gash
between my legs.

It's my first day
as a woman,

already it's that time
of the month.

But two days later,
the hole closed up.

The wound healed
and I was left...

With a one-inch
mound of flesh

Where my penis used to be,
where my vagina never was

It was a one-inch
mound of flesh

With a scar running down it
like a sideways grimace

On an eyeless face

- It was just a little bulge.
- Faggot!

It was an angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

The train is coming
and I'm tied to the track

I try to get up,
I can't get no slack

I got an angry inch,
angry--

Six inches forward,
five inches back

Stay undercover till
the night turns to black

I got my inch,
I'm set to attack

I got an angry inch,
angry inch

Six inches forward,
five inches back

Stay undercover till
the night turns to black

I got my inch,
I'm set to attack

I got an angry inch,
angry inch

Six inches forward
and five inches back

The train is coming
and I'm tied to the track

I try to get up,
I can't get no slack

I got an angry inch,
angry inch

Six inches forward
and five inches back...

...champagne
flowing freely...

...all border crossings

are reported to be wide open,
and thousands are flooding

into the western half
of the city

to celebrate
their newfound freedom.

The Berlin Wall
has fallen,

and the world
will never be the same.

The Germans
are a patient people,

and good things come
to those who wait.

On nights

Like this

When the world's
a bit amiss

And the lights go down
across the trailer park

I get down

I feel had

Feel on the verge
of going mad

Then it's time
to punch the clock

I put on some makeup

Turn on the tape deck

And put the wig
back on my head

Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest
Midnight checkout queen

Until I head home

And I put myself
to bed

I look back
on where I'm from

Look at the woman
I've become

And the strangest things
seem suddenly routine

I look up from my vermouth
on the rocks

A gift-wrapped wig
still in the box

Of towering Velveteen

I put on some makeup

Some Lavern Baker

I'm pulling the wig
down from the shelf

Suddenly I'm
Miss Beehive 1963

Until I wake up
and I turn back to myself

Some girls
they got natural ease

They wear it
any way they please

With their
French flip curls

And perfumed
magazines

Wear it up

Let it down

This is the best way
that I've found

To be the best
you've ever seen

I put on
some makeup

Turn on
the eight-track

I'm pulling the wig
down from the shelf

Suddenly I'm
Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV

Until I wake up

And I turn back
to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob,
Dorothy Hamill do

Sausage curls,
chicken wings

It's all because
of you

With your blow-dried
feather back

Toni Home Wave, too

Flip, 'fro,
frizz, flop

It's all because
of you

It's all because
of you

It's all because
of you

Okay, everybody!

Suddenly I'm
this punk rock star

Of stage and screen

And I ain't never

I'm never turning back

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do-do.

When the Earth
was still flat

And clouds
made of fire

The mountains
stretched

Up to the sky,
sometimes higher...

I am so sorry.

I was waiting
for the phone company.

God, is that
his new single?

Don't do it, sweetie!

Please don't say
anything to him today.

If you do,
he's got the power,

know what I mean?
He's got the power!

All we need
is a snapshot,

then they'll know
that you were responsible

for some of the biggest
hits of the millennium,

and you will be
so fucking rich!

Damn it, looks like
the photographer's already inside.

Everybody,
stay right here.

Hedwig, Hedwig,
Hedwig...

please don't
say anything.

Let me handle it.

- Phyllis Stein party.
- Who are you with?

We're A&R from A&M.

Actually, this is
a private event.

I'm sorry.

- Private event?
- Mm-hmm.

As in, "You're not
on the list."

As in,
"Find it."

I'm looking,
and you know what?

It's not here.

- Justin!
- Get out of my fucking way!

Settle down.

- I could have your job!
- I don't think you could.

- Bitches!
- Where's my fucking brooch?

We're going to continue
to shadow Tommy's tour.

We're going to squeeze
the local press.

I do not want
to blow our wad

on my E! channel contact
until we get to New York.

It's all about
New York.

Honey, I've thought
about it,

I think it's a bad idea,
this photo-op.

It was your idea.

I'm second-guessing
myself now. I think...

I don't think
you should have

any personal contact
with Tommy.

- I guess we disagree.
- Honey, we do disagree,

- but please listen.
- Did you--

excuse me, did you put
a bra in a dryer?

What?

Did you put a bra
in a dryer?!

Yes.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

You don't put a bra
in a dryer!

It warps!

Hedwig, please,
it's a bra.

You can have
one of mine. Please!

You know,
ladies and gentlemen,

the road is my home.

- My home, the road.
- Hear, hear.

And when I think
about all the people

I have come upon
in my travels,

I have to think
about the people

who have come
upon me.

Tommy, can you
hear me?

Yeah!

From this milkless tit,

you sucked

the very business
we call show!

Okay.

You wanna know
about Tommy Gnosis?

Yeah!

Okay, I'll tell you
about Tommy Gnosis.

After my divorce,
I scraped by

with babysitting gigs
and odd jobs--

mostly the jobs
we call "blow."

I had lost my job
at the base PX,

and I had lost
my gag reflex.

You do the math.

I sat for the baby
of General Speck.

He was the commander
of the nearby army fort,

and his other son was...

the artist formerly known
as my buttboy.

We're talking about
Tommy Speck at this time.

Tommy Speck
was a 17-year-old

classic rock-loving,

"Dungeons and Dragons"
obsessed,

Jesus freak

with a fish on his truck.

I found him
incredibly...

hot.

I had recently
returned

to my first love
of music.

I had tried singing once,
back in Berlin.

They threw tomatoes
after the show...

I had a nice salad.

But newly motivated,

I got myself
a cheap electric piano

and I found a couple
of Korean sergeants' wives

who churned out
a mean rhythm section.

Denial!

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen,

thank you...
both of you.

That song was
by Mr Kurt Cobain,

now that kid's
got a future, huh?

How about Kwahng Yi on guitar,
ladies and gentlemen!

Give it up!

Kwahng Yi!

Give it up, Kwahng.

You know, I'd like
to take it down a little.

What do you say,
girls?

This is actually the first song
I've ever written.

And, it's written
for a guy to sing.

I know a lot of you guys
out there tonight,

a lot better
than some of you

would care to admit.

And I know
that a few of you

kick some
karaoke ass.

So...

if you're looking
for your big, breakout single,

you might wanna put a bid
on this one tonight,

Iadies and gentlemen,
because we are talking

to Phil Collins'
people, right?

But then again,
aren't we all?

You know the sun
is in your eyes

And hurricanes
and rain

And black
and cloudy skies

You're running
up and down that hill

You turn it on
and off at will

There's nothing here

To thrill
or bring you down

And if you've got
no other choice

You know you can
follow my voice

Through the dark turns
and noise

Of this wicked
little town

Ah-hh...

Ah-hh...

The fates
are vicious

And they're cruel

You learned too late,
you've used

Two wishes
like a fool

And then you're someone
you are not

And Junction City
ain't the spot

Remember Mrs Lot
when she turned around

And if you've got
no other choice

You know you can
follow my voice

Through the dark turns
and noise

Of this wicked
little town.

Your show...

that song...

My dad gave me
this guitar to apologise

for being such
a pathetic little dictator.

- He sang me songs--
- Classics.

The bands
were new to me--

Boston, Kansas,

America, Europe, Asia.

Travel
exhausts me.

Where are you from,
Hedwig?

I told him my story.

I'm from
East Berlin.

Have you...

have you accepted
Jesus Christ

as your personal lord
and savior?

No, but l...

I love his work.

No. What he was
saving us from

was his fucking father.

What kind of god

creates Adam in his image

and then pulls Eve out of him
to keep him company?

And then tells them
not to eat

from the Tree
of Knowledge?

He was
so micromanaging.

So was Adam.

But Eve...

Eve just wanted
to know shit.

She took a bite
of the apple,

and she found out
what was good

and what was evil.

Then she gave it
to Adam,

so he would know,

because they were
in love.

And that was good,
they now knew.

Hedwig...

would you give me
the apple?

The words falling
from those lips.

And his eyes...

his irises
were clear cylinders

of surprising depth...

and emptiness.

Only a few puddles
of bluish pain

sloshed around inside.

Same blue
as my eyes.

At the time,

Tommy's performance options
were limited

to the occasional
guitar mass.

I initiated a six-month
curriculum of rock history...

Iyrics...

grooming...

and vocal training.

Do, do-do,
do-do...

For his graduation present,
I gave him his name:

Tommy Gnosis,

the Greek word
for knowledge.

We collaborated.

Songs exploded
out of us.

Teenage girls
started showing up.

In three months,
we were outgrossing

monster trucks
in Wichita.

With that kind of money
coming in,

I was able to devote myself
entirely to our career.

We were very happy.

Honey,
what is wrong?

My dad.

Fucking parents!

You're gonna blow
my house down.

Honey, come here.

Just let it go,
sweetie.

Let it go.

It's gone.

I feel it,
it's gone.

I'm very much aware
that we haven't kissed

in all the months
we've been together.

In fact, he's maintained
a near perfect ignorance

of the front of me.

Honey, sweetie,
you're choking me.

Sweetie, let go.
Take it easy.

You wanna work
on that new song?

Hmm? The hit?

While I finish trimming
your eyebrows?

Are you drunk?

I'm not drunk.

I'm enjoying
a little...

a little rainwater
and Everclear.

Look what
you've done...

Shit!

And l...

Will always
love you...

What do you think?

You think love
lasts forever?

No, but
this song does.

Don't knock
a multi-platinum single.

When you are suddenly
Mr Commercial?

I wish I could hit
those notes.

She's been singing this song
on a loop for three days.

Seriously,
Tom, yeah.

I believe love
is immortal.

Look what
you've done...

Fuck!

I can't hear
myself.

How is it
immortal?

I don't know,
perhaps because...

Iove creates
something that...

was not there
before.

What?

Like procreation?

Yeah,
but not only.

What?

Like recreation.

What is that?
Stop, you come in here crying

and you wanna
recreate with me.

Maybe just...

creation.

Don't move.

Look what
you've done.

And l...

Will always
love you

I will always
love you

I will always
love you

I will always
love you

I will always
love you

I will always...

Breathe through
my mouth.

Love you.

Oh, God.

Oh, Hedwig...

When Eve was still
inside Adam,

- they were in paradise.
- That's right, honey.

When she was
separated from him,

that's when paradise
was lost.

So when she enters
him again,

paradise will be
regained.

However you want it, honey.
Just kiss me while we do it.

What is that?

It's what I have
to work with.

M-my mum's probably
wondering where I am--

You're such
a fucking sissy.

You are such
a sissy!

What are you
afraid of, huh?

What are you
afraid of?

What!?

I love you,
I love you!

Then love
the front of me, honey!

Love the--

We are dry,
we're spent--

we're flat broke.

- Who ordered the pizza?
- Oh, pizza. Hallelujah.

Schlatko, what are you
talking about?

We can't afford a pizza--
this is Manhattan! We can barely--

come on in-- we can barely
afford this hole.

We had to cancel
the gig tonight

because we can't
fix the amps.

No, I don't have any more money.
Schlatko, please!

I got it.

Yes you did,
and it's stunning--

Fuck off,
Phyllis.

I got the part.

I'm playing
the role of "Angel"

in Broadway Cruise's
Polynesian tour of "Rent,"

so fuck you too,
Miss Hedwig!

I'm going to be a star.
Big star.

There's nothing
you can do about it!

Yeah, okay...
I don't care.

I don't care
if you have my passport.

Fuck you,
I'm going to Guam!

And I want
a divorce.

I want a divorce
from you.

Mental cruelty,
irreconcilable difference!

I'm exhausted.

Are you tired?

You look tired.

I think maybe
we are just...

both very tired.

Hedwig...!

I don't think
you need my help anymore.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Fire shot down
from the sky in bolts

Like shining blades
of a knife

And it ripped
right through the flesh

Of the children

Of the sun and the moon
and the earth

And some lndian god

Sewed the wound up
into a hole

Pulled it round
to our bellies

To remind us
of the price we pay

And Osiris...

Wait, did you sing
"the Cyrus"?

No, no--

You just sang "the Cyrus"
on that recording.

The Cyrus, Cyrus.
Cyrus the god.

There's no god
called "Cyrus."

It's "Osiris,"
it's an Egyptian god.

- We read that book--
- We had two versions of that song.

- We had one version--
- No, we had two versions--

--and you
fucked it up!

I know.

Maybe... maybe
we could jam sometime?

Maybe we could.

...Was the same
as the one down in mine

That's the pain

Cuts a straight line
down through the heart

We called it love

So we wrapped our arms
around each other

Trying to shove--

Tommy, what's
your relationship

to Hedwig Robinson?

I never knew that woman
before that night,

and I never knew
she wasn't a woman.

Doll!

Thank you so much.

Hedwig and
the Angry Inch!

I was born

On the other side

Of a town
ripped in two

And no matter
how hard I try

I end up
black and blue

I rose from off
of the doctor's slab

I lost a piece
of my heart

Now everyone
gets to take a stab

They cut me up
into parts

I gave a piece
to my mother

I gave a piece
to my man

I gave a piece
to the rock star

He took
the good stuff...

And ran

I've got it
all sewn up

A hardened razor cut,
scar map across my body

And you can
trace the lines

Through misery's designs
that map across my body

A collage

I'm all sewn up

A montage

I'm all sewn up

A random pattern
with a needle and thread

The overlapping way
diseases are spread

To a tornado body
with a hand grenade head

And the legs
are two lovers entwined

Inside I'm hollowed out
outside's a paper shroud

And all the rest's
illusion

That there's
a will and soul

That we can wrest control
from chaos and confusion

A collage

I'm all sewn up

A montage

I'm all sewn up.

Wow!

Just a boy...

No cosmic lover...

This wicked town...

Something beautiful
and new...

Forgive me
for I did not know

'Cause I was
just a boy

You were
so much more

Than any god
could ever plan

More than a woman
or a man

Now I understand

How much I took
from you

That when everything
starts breaking down

You take the pieces
off the ground

Show this wicked town

Something beautiful
and new

You think that luck
has left you there

But maybe
there's nothing

Up in the sky
but air

And there's
no mystical design

No cosmic lover
preassigned

There's nothing
you can find

That cannot
be found

'Cause with all the changes
you've been through

It seems the stranger's
always you

Alone again in some new
wicked little town

Ah-hh

Ah-hh

Ah-hh

Ah-hh

And when you've got
no other choice

You know you can
follow my voice

Through the dark turns
and noise

Of this wicked
little town

It's a wicked

Little town

Goodbye, wicked...

Little town.

Rain falls hard

Burns dry

A dream
or a song

That hits you
so hard

Filling you up

Suddenly gone

Breathe

Feel

Love

Give

Free

Know in your soul

Like your blood
knows the way

From your heart
to your brain

Knows that
you're whole

And you're shining
like the brightest star

A transmission
on the midnight radio

And you're spinning

Like a 45

Ballerina

Dancing to
your rock and roll...

Here's to Patti

And Tina

And Yoko

Aretha

And Nona

And Nico

And me

And all the strange
rock and rollers

You know you're doing
alright

So hold on
to each other

You gotta
hold on tonight

And you're shining
like the brightest star

A transmission
on the midnight radio

And you're spinning

Your new 45s

All the misfits
and the losers

Well, you know
you're rock and rollers

Spinning to

Your rock and roll

Lift up your hands

Lift up your hands

Lift up your hands

Lift up your hands

Lift up your hands

Lift up your hands

Now! Now!

Lift up your hands

Lift up your hands.

When the earth
was still flat

And clouds made
of fire

And mountains stretched up
to the sky

Sometimes higher

Folks roamed the earth

Like big rolling kegs

They had
two sets of arms

They had
two sets of legs

They had two faces peering
out of one giant head

So they could
watch all around them

As they talked
while they read

And they never
knew nothing of love

It was before

The origin of love

The origin of love

Now there was
three sexes then

One that looked like two men
glued up back-to-back

They called
the children of the sun

And similar
in shape and girth

Was the children
of the Earth

They looked like
two girls rolled up in one

And the children
of the moon

Was like a fork
shoved on a spoon

They was part sun, part earth
part daughter, part son

Ah-hh...
the origin of love.

Some girls,
they got natural ease

They wear it
any way they please

With their French
flip curls

And perfumed
magazines

Wear it up

Let it down

This is the best way
that I've found

To be the best
you've ever seen

I put on
some makeup

Turn on the eight-track

I'm pulling the wig
down from the shelf

Suddenly I'm
Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV

Until I wake up

And I turn back
to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob,
Dorothy Hamill do

Sausage curls
chicken wings

It's all because
of you

With your blow-dried
feather back

Toni Home Wave, too

Flip, 'fro,
frizz, flop

It's all because
of you

It's all because
of you

It's all because
of you.

Okay, everybody.

I put on some makeup

Turn on the eight-track

I'm pulling the wig
down from the shelf

Suddenly I'm
this punk rock star

Of stage and screen

And I ain't never

I'm never turning back

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do

Do-do-do
do-do do-do.