Beat It With Your Fist

John:Can't burn 'em
Ahm

Spider:
It's

John:
Goes out with Gross Man
I know they're Gross Men

Girl:
No!

Louis:
Scars

All my body!
No, I didn't have it.
Boogey-man or something, nothing's in your head, Boogey-man!

Spider:
who God's put away, man.

Moire:
Holy Christ!
[...]
God, what a fuckin' war club that is!
Get that thing off the piano, will ya?
For Chrissakes.
You'll stain the fuckin' wood

Bozzio:
I'm gonna beat this fuckin' surface, man.

Moire:
Not with that, though.
Great [...], for Christ, beat it with your fist, for Chrissakes.