歌词
You're a hard act to follow
Such a fine lookin' fellow
I hear your bell's yellow
You're a hard act to swallow
It kind of makes me sick
The way you turn those tricks
Come on and light it up
I want to feel the rush
I'll be shooting for thrills
When I walk out that door
You say it's hard to care anymore
Kills, thrills and Sunday pills
I"m on a mission to kill
Still 'cause nothin' thrills
You're hooked on coke and hoochie
I want my milk and cookies
You know you're wife looked pretty
I think you're wife looked 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
I"m on a mission to kill
Still 'cause nothin' thrills
I can't help missin' you still
Well, I always will
Kills, thrills and Sunday pills
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 the lounge room floor
You say it's hard to care anymore
Kills, thrills and Sunday pills
I"m on a mission to kill
Still 'cause nothin' thrills
I can't help missin' you still
Well I always will
Kills, thrills and Sunday pills
Alright