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Boys, to thrill from the hip.
time we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into that this auction is a pageant.
In no time, there will be up on our new set of cutlery.
The is star struck.
They're all salivating like cartoons.
G**damn animal. You better watch you spit.
like soft music.
If it helps, we'll dim the on the floor.
Neon are the cosmetics of swine.
Everybody looks quite dazzling, trussed up in their attire.
make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts.
We're locked and loaded. and bloated.
Our fingers snagged in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the lights off on us, a moth left in the cold.
In the dark, for more.
When the urgency strikes you, you better not your nerve.
It's the that the cockroachs get at the end of the world.
It's alright, alright.
There's a pail by the bed if you one.
But you're just fine.
in Rome we shall do as the Romans.
When in Hell we do at the bar...
call, kill it.
We think in terms of the morning afters
And we don't udder a word of the night before.
In the meantime, we're just incessant buzzing apparatus.
and lonelier than the last man standing.
It get any better than this.
So run hell.
is a rock and roll takeover.
Living each day, one at a time.
were mercy f**ks, there was blood.
You should have there by my side.
is passion, this is red-handed denial.
I have no lover and she the prettiest eyes.
call, kill it...