Ebolarama Lyrics

Every Time I Die

It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the world. 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 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

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