ebolarama Chords

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[Verse 1]
[C5]Boys[C]: Sh[B]oo[C]t to[C5] thr[B]ill[C] fr[C5]om t[E]he h[C#5]ip. It[E]'s[B] tim[C]e [B]we put the "act"[C5] in ac[C] tion. W[Em]e've [C]tricked th[B]e pig s [C5]into [C]think ing th[C5]at th[Em]is auc[C]tion i[B]s a pa geant[C5]. In [C]no[Em] time ther[C]e wil[C5]l be [B]makeup on our new set [E]of c[C#5]ut ler[E]y. The l[Em]ives[C5]tock is [B]star str[C5]uck [C]. They're a[Em]ll sa[C]li[C5]vating l[B]ike raven [E]ous cart[C#5]oons. [B]Goddamn animal[B]. You'[C]d [Em]better w[C]atch w[Em]here [C5]you s[C]pit. Squ[B]eal like soft music.[E] If [Em]it helps,[B] we'll dim[C] th[Em]e lights[B] on[C] th[E]e f[Em]loor. Ne[B]on [E]bul[B]bs are the cosme[C]tics o[E]f swine. E[Em]veryb[C]ody lo[B]ok[C]s qu[C5]ite [E]daz[C]zli[B]ng,[C5] trussed up in there formal at tire. You'd make a great secret if i could kee[B]p yo[C5]u, but[C] we [C5]all spill out guts. We're lock[B]ed and loaded. Dr[C5]ip fed and[C#] bloa[F5]ted.[C5] Our trigger[B] fingers snagged[C#5] in th[E]e mous[B]e trap of [B]the mo ment.[C#5] Turn th[C5]e lights off on us, like [C]a mo[B]th [C]left in[C5] the c[C#5]old. In t[B]he dark,[D#][E][B][D#][B][Em][B][D#][E][Em][B][D#][B][E][B][E][B]
[E]begging [B]for [Em]more. [C]When the urgen[B]cy str[C]ikes, you[B]'d bet[C]ter[B] not lose your n[C5]erve. It's the rush t[C]hat the cockroaches get at[C5] the [E]en[Em]d of [C]the world. It's al[C5] right. Ther[E]e's[C] a pail[C5] by t[C]he[Em] bed [C]if [C5]you need it (but you're doing jus[C]t fin[C5]e). When in Rome we shall do a the Ro mans, when in Hell we do s[C]hot[Em]s at t[C]he [C5]bar. Last call, kill it. We don'[C]t thi[B]nk in[C#5] terms[B] of[E] mo[C#5]rnings[B] af[E] te[B]rs and we d[C#5]on't u[B]tte[C#5]r a si[B]ngl[C5]e wor[E]d of the nig[F#]ht befor[B]es. [F#]In the m[E]eant[B]ime [B]we'r[C5]e just though[F#]tless[C5] incessa[C]nt buz[Em]zing a[F#]paratu[C5]s. Di[E]sil[B]lusioned and lonelier than the last man stading. It doesn't get any bet ter than this so run like [E]hell. This is [B]a rock and roll takeover. Living each[C5] day [E]one nigh[B]t at a time. There were mercy fucks, t[Em]here [E]was b[B]lood. You should have been there by my sid[E]e. This [B]is passion, this is red [E]handed den[B]ial. I have no lover and she hasn'[E]t the [B]prettiest eyes[E]. L[B]ast call, kill it.[E][B][E][B][E][B]