Hard Act To Follow Lyrics - Thrills, Kills & Sunday Pills - Grinspoon

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