Dirty South

Champagne for the willing.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Lubricate those bottles,

shake ‘em up, make them pop.

Speed it up, until we drop together.

Let’s make this ground shake all night long.

Together, we won’t remember a thing.

And never, don’t try to call me ever again.

Oh!

You’re here to satisfy me,

let’s tape it all on DVD.

Bounce ‘til your legs are numb,

scream ‘til your throat is...

This morning after will destroy the newborn life.

This is a disillusion, we won’t remember.

This is a disillusion that we will never forget.

This is a disillusion, we won’t remember.

This is a disillusion that we will never forget.

And now, together, let’s make this ground shake all night long.

Together, we won’t remember a thing.

And never, don’t try to call me ever again.

Then suddenly: ninja’s!

Tonight it’s dead or alive,

It’s what we all have feared.

All hail, all hail, all hail, all glory to the immortal!