it's the ultimate sale!
sell yourself!
oh yes...
whore yourself to the higest bidder!

it's a 'Hole' inspired punk cabaret sing song finale this week!

Count Lovely und Spike take to the stage, dressed in supermarket cashier outfits, each taking their places behind a till, picking up their microphones, whilst running sundry goods, cabbages, hairspray, Alpen, that sort of thing, across the electronic scanning devices... the music begins

when we were both teenage whores
our mothers asked us they said baby what for
we give you plenty, what do you want more?
baby why are you both teenage whores
we said we feel so alone and we
we wish we could die
seen the things you put us through and we
we wish we could die
when we were both teenage whores
the rain came down like it never did before

we pay good money not to be ignored
then why are we both teenage whores?
we've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
and why what you put us through

out of my house get out of my house
get out of my house
get out of my house

when we were both teenage whores
our mothers asked us they said baby what for
we give you plenty, what do you want more?
baby why are you both teenage whores?

we've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
we don't want to live what you had you have put us through

we wanted that blouse and we wanted those slacks
its all that we put ourselves through
and we ask never why
oh no...
 

the music stops, Count Lovely und Spike arise, silently, each unrolling a binliner, und step inside, various extras, dressed as market tradesmen, (fingerless gloves, bodywarmers, cloth caps) enter the stage und pull the bags up, knotting them tightly at the top, affixing large mauve bows und sale tags, then exit solemnly, leaving the two performers within their suffocating confines as money-off vouchers flutter down from above

the lights dim

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