The Next Contestant to Grow On Me

For Christmas I got a lot interesting CD’s as gifts. One of which was the newest Nickelback release. This CD started out as a terrible mistake and then ended up growing on me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
The first single that caught my attention was Photograph which is something closer to a Country/Rock song about a guy’s adolecent memories of living in a small town. I had great harmony action going with the radio version so my friend Cale and I ended up using that song in particular as an experiment of recording my singing voice with him playing an acoustic guitar accompaniment that he had learned several minutes prior.
I was rather excited to hear the rest of the songs on this CD and got a surprise when I found a band that played something closer to heavy metal “Metallica” music. This had me skipping around on the CD hard core as I drove around with it in my car’s player for a couple weeks. The more I stopped to listen, the more I was shocked by the lyrics and the sound began to intrigue me.
In the end I actually really like this whole album and have been skipping past the poorly done slow songs in order to hear the heavier ones that are now my favorites. As I had mentioned in my last post, it was the opportunity to scream along to this band’s music that got me through a terrible day and gain the courage to face a cocktail party that didn’t have the likely hood of being much of a success.
The lyrics that I chose to put here are the first ones that really made me stop and listen to the heavier songs on the album. It’s a great story of a guy’s perspective on how a man feels watching his hot girlfriend who is working in a bar or nightclub, getting hit on by everyone; even the girls. The song is completely testosterone driven from the distorted guitars chugging away in the background to the violent feel of the lyrics themselves. I’m not so sure how I’d feel if my boyfriend was getting this fired up about the people who were making passes as me as I was working. I think I would have either: broken up with his violent ass, gotten fired by my boss who would obviously be pissed off that my boyfriend was beating up the clientele, or just make a compromise that would involve him either never visiting me at work or me getting a better job altogether.
But if you look at the lyrics a different way, it seems like this guy is there every single night that his girl works. Maybe he’s a bouncer for the bar dating a waitress. If that's the case, then damn, that’s a dangerous place to go with a bouncer who is wound up all the time.

Next Contestant
By Nickelback

I judge by what she's wearing
Just how many heads I'm tearing
Off of assholes coming on to her
Each night seems like it's getting worse
And I wish she'd take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole coming on to her

It happens every night she works
They'll go and ask the DJ
Find out just what would she say
If they all tried coming on to her

Don't they know it's never going to work
They think they'll get inside her
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her
This time somebody's getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

[CHORUS]
Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

I even fear the ladies
They're cool but twice as crazy
Just as bad for coming on to her
Don't they know it's never going to work

Each time she bats an eyelash
Somebody's grabbing her ass
Everyone is coming on to her
This time somebody's getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

[CHORUS]

I'm hating what she's wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can't wait 'til they get what they deserve
This somebody's getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

[CHORUS]
I wish you'd do it again
Each night seems like it's getting worse
I wish you'd do it again
This somebody's getting hurt

There goes the next contestant