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 starstruck 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, 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, k-k-kill it Last call, k-k-kill it Last call, k-k-kill it Kill it, kill it We don't think in terms of the morning afters And we don't honor a single word of the night before 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, k-k-kill it