Boys:
Shoot to thrill from the hip It's time we put the "act" in action
We've tricked these pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant
In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery
The livestock is star-struck They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons
Goddamn animal
You'd better watch were 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 dressed up in their formal attire
OhYou'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 mousetrap 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'd better not lose your nerve
It's the rush that the cockroaches get
at the end of the world
It's alright Its Alright
There's a pail by the bed if you need one(boy 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 utter a single word of the night befores
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 x3

This is a rock and roll takeover
Living each day one night at a time
There were mercy fucks, there was blood
OhYou 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