Hard Act To Follow

You're a hard act to follow

Such a fine lookin' fellow

I hear your belly is yellow

You're a hard act to swallow

Kinda makes me sick

The way you turn those tricks

C'mon light it up

I wanna feel the rush

I'll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door

You say it's hard to care anymore

Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)

I'm on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills (woah)

You want your Coke and Hoochie

I want my milk and cookies

You know your eyes look pretty

I think your eyes look pretty

I'll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door

You say it's hard to care anymore

Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)

I'm on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills (woah)

I can't help missing ya' still, will, I always will (yeah)

Thrills, kills and Sunday pills (woah)

Alright

I'll be shootin' for thrills when I walk out that door

Don't turn around and say you need me anymore

Poppin' pieces of pills up off lounge room floor

You say it's hard to care anymore

Kills, thrills and Sunday pills (woah)

I'm on a mission to kill, still, 'cause nothing thrills ('cause nothing thrills)

I guess I'm missing ya still, will, I always will (yeah)

(Can't miss you still, can't miss you still)

Thrills, kills and Sunday pills (woah)

Alright