Le Tigre


Seconds Lyrics

Pipe down baby, why so fake loud?
You've lied now ten thousand'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 make me

Watch Le Tigre Seconds video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos

check amazon for Seconds mp3 download
Songwriter(s): Jocelyn Samson, Johanna Fateman, Kathleen M. Hanna
Record Label(s): 2004 Universal Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc
Official lyrics by

Rate Seconds by Le Tigre (current rating: N/A)
Meaning to "Seconds" song lyrics
Characters count : / 50