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Boys, shoot to 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, will be make up on our new set of cutlery.
The is star struck.
They're all salivating ravenous cartoons.
G**damn animal. You better where you spit.
Squeal 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.
You'd make a great if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts.
locked and loaded. Drip-fed and bloated.
Our trigger snagged in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the off on us, like a moth left in the cold.
In the dark, for more.
When the urgency you, you better not lose your nerve.
It's the that the cockroachs get at the end of the world.
It's alright, alright.
a pail by the bed if you need one.
But doing just fine.
in Rome we shall do as the Romans.
When in Hell we do at the bar...
call, kill it.
We don't think in terms of the morning
And we don't udder a single of the night before.
In the meantime, just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and than the last man standing.
It doesn't get any than this.
So run hell.
is a rock and roll takeover.
Living 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...