Ebolarama lyrics

Boys: shoot to thrill from the hip. This time we put the `act` in action.
We`ve tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant. In no
time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery. The livestock is star
struck. They`re all salivating like ravenous cartoons. Goddamn animal. You`d
better watch where you spit. Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we`ll dim
the lights on the floor. Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine. Everybody
looks quite dazzling, trussed up in their formal attire. You`d make a great
secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts. We`re locked and
loaded. Drip fed and bloated. Our trigger fingers snagged in the mouse trap
of the moment. Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In
the dark, begging for more. When the urgency strikes you, you`d better not
lose your nerve. It`s the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the
world. It`s alright. There`s a pail by the bed if you need one (but you`re
doing just fine). When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do
shots at the bar. Last call, kill it. We don`t think in terms of the morning
afters, and we don`t utter a single word of the night befores. In the
meantime we`re just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus. Disillusioned
and lonelier than the last man standing. It doesn`t get any better than this
so run like Hell. This is a rock and roll takeover. Living each day one
night at a time. There were mercy fucks, there was blood. You should have
been there by my side. This is passion, this is red handed denial. I have no
lover and she hasn`t the prettiest eyes. Last call, kill it.