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Hey Greg (Friends Like These)

This song was created for Game of Bands round 213 : "Imaginary Cult Themes"

Lyrics:

Steve: Hey… Greg… Thanks for the invite!
Sorry I’m late, the store kept me ‘til midnight
Gang’s all here, huh? Kate, Bill, and Sid, right?
Anyway, let’s play! Uh… what's with the dim lights?

Oh... I get it you’re setting the mood!
I bet that’s what the goat heads and robes are for, too.
There’s an extra for me I can keep? Well, thank you!
You’re all very sweet and I mean that, it’s true!
Greg - Muffled: (It's time, call in the others and bolt the doors)

Steve: Hey… Greg… what did you just say?
Who are all these newbies? Do we have room in the game?
That’s strange, all their clothes seem to match exact same
Why does Tony have a rope and why does Amy have a blade?
Oh my god... It’s the cult from the news!
I better bolt or I’ll end up a “special report”, too…

Chorus:

Captivated by friendly pleasantries
That degraded into heinous revelry
Can’t escape it now, shit! How can it be?
Jesus! With friends like these … Who needs enemies?

(Who?)x many

Steve: Well, this has been fun you guys, but I really gotta get going so I’ll just… Hey.. why won’t this door open?

Greg: Steve… Oh Steve… after all that you’ve seen
Do you really think we’re able to let you just leave (laughter).
Hey… Greg… why are you laughing?
We need an EMT for all these people collapsing
All 13 are screaming, pleading, bleeding, and gasping
Please untie me from this beam and cease this kidnapping
Oh no… they’re standing back up and I still cannot move
They’re all surrounding me and chanting damn, I'm so screwed…

Broke free of the ropes and I’m booking it down the hall
Hopefully, I can open the door before I get mauled
I’m so focused and shook up I don’t notice the trap at all
The conibear snaps closed my bone shatters and to my doom I fall (scream in pain)
As they drag me back in agony the chanting amplifies (Chanting panning back and forth)
I can’t help but piss my pants cause I’m actually gonna die
I wake up in a giant chamber with a hole in the ground surrounded by strangers
The chanting crescendos, burst spiny tendrils from their mouths as they start to metamorphosize

“Steve, I’m glad you're back! In fact, you made it just in time!
What happens next will leave you absolutely mesmerized!”
Grant us mouths with which to speak
Grant us wings with which to soar
Grant us eyes with which to see
We shall praise thee forevermore

Chant:
Grant us mouths with which to speak
Grant us wings with which to soar
Grant us eyes with which to see
We shall praise thee forevermore
[Exit]

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