Sixteen Seconds To Choose Songtext / Lyric

Have you still got the card, made out of platinum?

Still got that tuplet south of Manhattan man?

Gives us your truth, give us your beauty

We supply prizes, winning by the booty



Honey go spread the news,

I got a deal you can't refuse,

You got sixteen seconds to choose,

Prestige, power, money money money



They find you sometimes later in your midline cage,

Home of the braindead, home of the brave,

They found a million scenes that you once played,

On a cotton room floor, torn in flames






Honey go spread the news,

I got a deal you can't refuse,

You got sixteen seconds to choose,

Prestige, power, money money money



Money don't need no antidote,

Money don't need no antidote,

Money don't need no antidote,

Now you're hanging around for your standing ovation,

Plugging your crap, at the radio station

I've seen a million mokes, who think that as ours,



Honey go spread the news,

I got a deal you can't refuse,

You got sixteen seconds to choose,

Prestige, power, money money money