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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.