Artista: Le Tigre
  Canción: Seconds

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

Where'd you get all the attention
Your dad's money is 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 sick

You make me 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 T.V.

You make me sick