You're a hard act to follow 
Such a fine lookin' fellow
I hear you're bell's yellow 
You're a hard act to swallow
It kind of makes me sick 
The way you turn those [bad word] on and light it up
I want to feel [bad word] 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 wup 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