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