ABC - Sixteen Seconds to Choose lyrics

[ABC - Sixteen Seconds to Choose lyrics]

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 flamеs
Honey go spread the nеws
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

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