Years, it's been so many years Resenting the years and my heredity Oh, I have hated and loved you I have hidden behind you but I finally see You, I've
Shilo, is your name Shilo? Can I talk to you? Can you come down please So we can speak? I saw you at the show I thought I'd seen a ghost Your resemblance
fine print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit And if Geneco and Rotti so will it Then a repo man will
Dad, be still There is nothing you need say It can wait Shi, your mother's calling me Sometimes I wanted to cry When the people on TV were not quite
(Seventeen) Mama drama's got to go, dad (Seventeen) Nothing's gonna bring her back (Seventeen) Experiment with something living (Seventeen) And I'm sweeter
Didn't I tell you not to go out? Didn't I? You did, you did Didn't I say the world was cruel? Didn't I? You did, you did Then tell me how this happened
infected, I'm infected by your genetics Shilo, I'm the doctor Shilo, I'm your father Shilo, that was close Take your medicine I'm infected by your genetics
opera tonight Repo man, repo man At the opera tonight Repo man, repo man Repo man, come take my eyes At the opera tonight Repo man, repo man Repo man, my eyes At the opera
A needle into a bug A needle into a bug A needle, grave robber Who, who's there? Stay back Um, do you have my cure? Kid, is that you? I'm here to earn
Vertimas: Repo! Genetinė opera Soundtrack. Pažymėti It Up.
rob GRAVES! So why care for these petty obsessions? Your designer heart still beats with common blood And what if you could have genetic perfection?
Blind Mag: Shilo? Is your name, Shilo? Can I talk to you? Can you come down, please? So we can speak. I saw you at the show, I thought I'd seen a
Flesh is weak Blood is cheap Inconsistent, consistantly Use your Sense Save your cents The only thing with persistance is Gold, it makes the world go
(Murderer) Who is this man she saw This monster without a face Blew in like a storm Laid a soul to waste (Assassin, murderer, monster) Marni, I need
You'll-a...! ROTTI: Sing ALL: Bravi, Bravi, Bravissime! The Genetic Opera is good! LUIGI: It's-a good! ALL: Bravi, Bravi, Bravissime! The Genetic Opera
precision... I remember every time I hold you, My blunt companion... I remember, I dismember! 'Cause the Claims Medic gives no anesthetic! 90 days delinquent gets you Repo
sing? Shilo: I don't think nothing at all. Amber sweet: So you think mag has pipes? Well, it's my turn to shine. When the repo man strikes! Shilo:
Mourners: Things you see in a graveyard... Things you see in a graveyard... Rotti: Maggots! Vermin! They want the world for nothing. Commence your groveling