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Boys, shoot to thrill the hip.
time we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into thinking 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 where you spit.
like soft music.
If it helps, dim the lights on the floor.
Neon are the cosmetics of swine.
Everybody looks quite dazzling, up in their formal attire.
You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all our guts.
locked and loaded. Drip-fed and bloated.
Our trigger fingers in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the lights off on us, like a left in the cold.
In the dark, for more.
When the strikes you, you better not lose your nerve.
the rush 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 we do shots at the bar...
Last call, it.
We don't think in of the morning afters
And we udder a single word of the night before.
In the meantime, just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and lonelier the last man standing.
It get any better than this.
So run hell.
This is a and roll takeover.
Living day, one night at a time.
There were f**ks, there was blood.
You should been there by my side.
This is passion, this is denial.
I have no and she hasn't the prettiest eyes.
Last call, it...