Seconds lyrics

Artist  : Le Tigre 
Song : Seconds



 Send "Seconds" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Pipe down baby, why so fake loud? 

You've lied now ten thousand times...it's show
business anyhow.

You make me sick, sick, sick, sick.

Where'd you get all the attention?

Your dad's money too base to mention?

His coattails are looking word. You've had a nice
ride, that's for sure.

Better thank your brain-dead clientele for all
the money that you'll spend in hell. 

Wanma percent of every nation, your'e the type to
rise to that occasion.

Stole the race, no surprise there. The elevator
always beats the stairs.

On a golf cart...wearing some uniform...bombing
in the night-time...lying on tv...you make me

sick