Sixteen Seconds To Choose

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