Seconds lyrics

Song information

Artist: Le Tigre
Album: This Island

Lyrics

Pipe down baby, why so fake loud?
You've lied now ten thousand times
It's show business anyhow
Why don't you put that tongue back in your mouth
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. oh!
Woooah-woah-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
Woooah-woah-oh-oh
You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick, you make me sick, so sick you make me so sick. woah!
On a golf cart...wearing some uniform...bombing in the night-time...lying on tv..
Woooah-woah-oh-oh you make me sick, sick, sick, sick, siiiiiiiiiiiiiick

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"This Island" album track list