Every Time I Die - Ebolarama Lyrics
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 notime there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery. The livestock is starstruck. They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons. Goddamn animal. You'dbetter watch where you spit. Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we'll dimthe lights on the floor. Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine. Everybodylooks quite dazzling, trussed up in their formal attire. You'd make a greatsecret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts. We're locked andloaded. Drip fed and bloated. Our trigger fingers snagged in the mouse trapof the moment. Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. Inthe dark, begging for more. When the urgency strikes you, you'd better notlose your nerve. It's the rush that the *****roaches get at the end of theworld. It's alright. There's a pail by the bed if you need one (but you'redoing just fine). When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we doshots at the bar. Last call, kill it. We don't think in terms of the morningafters, and we don't utter a single word of the night befores. In themeantime we're just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus. Disillusionedand lonelier than the last man standing. It doesn't get any better than thisso run like Hell. This is a rock and roll takeover. Living each day onenight at a time. There were mercy *****s, there was blood. You should havebeen there by my side. This is passion, this is red handed denial. I have nolover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes. Last call, kill it.
