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 make up on our new set of cutlery.
The livestock is star struck.
They`re all salivating like ravenous cartoons.
G**damn animal. You 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 better not lose your nerve.
It`s the rush that the c**kroachs 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, kill it.
We don`t think in terms of the morning afters
And we don`t udder 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.
This is a rock and roll takeover.
Living each day, one night at a time.
There were mercy f**ks, there was blood.
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, kill it...