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