Seconds Lyrics

Pipe down baby why so fake loud?
Youve lied now ten thousand times
Its show business anyhow
Why dont you put that tongue back in your mouth?

Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick

Whered you get all the attention?
Your dads moneys too base to mention
His coattails are looking worn
Youve had a nice ride thats for sure

Better thank your brain-dead clientele
For all the money that youll spend in hell
You make me sick, you make me
You make me so, you make me so sick sick sick sick
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Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick

Wanna percent of every nation
Youre the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race no surprise there
The elevator always beats the stairs

Whoa. You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick
You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick

On a golf cart
Wearing some uniform
Bombing in the night-time
Lying on TV

Whoa.You make me sick sick sick siiiiiick