Ebolarama

Boys: Shoot to thrill from the hip
It's 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
Dressed up in their formal attire
Oh, 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
It's alright
There's a pail by the bed if you need one
(Ah, 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
Last call, kill it
Last call, kill it
Kill it, kill it

We don't think in terms of the mornings 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
So run like hell
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
Oh, 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