Song Contest Part XVIII, Host: eth-dog, Theme: Worldvision, Votes Due: Sunday 11pm AEST

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"Hey brah, how we doin' man?"

"Alright"

"It's been a while man, life's so rad
This band's my favorite, man, don't ya love 'em?"

"Yeah"

"Aw man, you want a beer?"

"Alright"

"Aw man, hell, brah, this is the best, man
I'm so glad we're all back together and stuff
This is great, man"

"Yeah"

"Hey, do you know about the party after the show?"

"Yeah"

"Ah man, it's gonna be the best, I'm so stoked
Take it easy, brah"
 
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"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"

"Will he offer me his mouth?"

"Yes."

"Will he offer me his teeth?"

"Yes."

"Will he offer me his jaws?"

"Yes!"

"Will he offer me his hunger?"

"Yes."

"Again... Will he offer me his hunger?"

"Yes!"

"And will he starve without me?"

"YES!!"

"And does he love me?"

"Yes..."

"Yes."

"ON A HOT SUMMER NIGHT! Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

"Yes"

"I bet you to say that to all the boys!"
 




"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"

"Will he offer me his mouth?"

"Yes."

"Will he offer me his teeth?"

"Yes."

"Will he offer me his jaws?"

"Yes!"

"Will he offer me his hunger?"

"Yes."

"Again... Will he offer me his hunger?"

"Yes!"

"And will he starve without me?"

"YES!!"

"And does he love me?"

"Yes..."

"Yes."

"ON A HOT SUMMER NIGHT! Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

"Yes"

"I bet you to say that to all the boys!"

Seriously. Paradise By The Dashboard Light is a much better song
 

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I come from a land of wide open spaces
Where the world turns around us and we just follow suit
There's heat in the air and peace reigns supreme
Got white flags on the clothes lines and the deals are new

And the grass became granite and the sky a black sheet
Our bed was a graveyard and we couldn't feel our blistered feet
And the moaning and groaning and sighing of death
And the silence that followed and the very harsh reality
 




I come from a land of wide open spaces
Where the world turns around us and we just follow suit
There's heat in the air and peace reigns supreme
Got white flags on the clothes lines and the deals are new

And the grass became granite and the sky a black sheet
Our bed was a graveyard and we couldn't feel our blistered feet
And the moaning and groaning and sighing of death
And the silence that followed and the very harsh reality

Would have got botes from me
 
If only [cult of personality] hadn't been nommed before, this would be a great time for this given a recent return
I thought we were "past all of that personal snippiness", to use your words. :rolleyes:


Just think... While you've been gettin' down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world
You could've been gettin' down to this. sick. beat.

 
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