Seconds

Pipe down baby, why so fake loud?

You've lied now 10,000 times

It's show business anyhow

Why don't you put that tongue back in your mouth?

(Whoa) whoa, oh-oh

You make me sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Where'd you get all the attention

Your dad's money too base to mention

His coattails are looking worn

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

You make me sick, you make me

You make me so, you make me so sick, sick, sick, sick

(Whoa) whoa, oh-oh

You make me sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Wanna percent of every nation

You're the type to rise to that occasion

Stole the race, no surprise there

The elevator always beats the stairs

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) whoa, oh-oh

You make me sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick