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Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 87 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA. They release a new song every Monday morning at 7 ESTand then release a commentary track every Wednesday morning at 7 EST explaining how that song fits into THE BIG OPERA. They're too "Bawmer" for their own good. Reach them on Twitter at @davelinantudsfp and @brilutz9. Yes these are Circle 9 guys.
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Mar 18, 2019

I beat you down and took your wife

But she used me to save your life

I realize she still loves you

So here is what we both shall do

Since she used me to find her man

I still love her you undrstand

I can make you stay or make you run

Your boy and my wife and my loaded shotgun

Yo di lee o di lee o o 

Yo di lee o di lee o di lee o

Here's the thing to see with glee

If you have nerve and skill like me

Your brain is mushy and luck's divine

Here's the game to play one time

So you are weak and I don't care

Just get your punk ass up from there

A heartbeat stin gs a breath is time

Relentlessly hating's abusing the shine

Yo di lee o

My request ain't jest it's for your life

You win I lose and if I win you die

I'll flip this coin mad4 from Satan's tears

And see who walks and who dies here

Either way you three are dead

I make my own luck is how I was bread

 When the tears hit the ground the pin hits the shell

It's the onoy way truly 'fore the  night be fell

Yo di lee o

The coin pierced the moment and shattered the sun

And Troubadour stroked and caressed his shotgun

The crack it then punctured the essence of fear

Johnny Redfoot had shot him confusingly clear

One golden bullet from Johnny's side arm

The lusting of angels who never knew harm

He said "saddle up we're gone with a shove

The only reason for living is love."

Yo di lee o

O di lee o

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