Everything's a lie.   We're all gonna die.   But before say goodbye, let's attack.   I admit it's bleak.   But I give it a week.   Before our friends the meek give it back.      Is it true?   Well its true enough, I guess.   Join the chorus of the   Second best.      (Second best)   Second best. (x3)      (Second best)      What's left of you that's real?   A mutated ideal   With limited appeal, I suggest.   If hitting is an art,   Then it's drawn us apart   When you erased your heart and beat your chest.      Is it you?   Well it's you enough I guess.   You're an angel in a   See-through dress.      Is it true?   Yes, it's true enough I guess.      (Second best)   Second best. (x4)      (Second)      Perhaps it's just as well   That I still look like hell.   At least the world can tell us apart.      Is it true?   Yes, it's true enough, I guess.   Come, join the chorus of the   Unimpressed.      Is it true?   Yes, it's true enough, I guess.   Sometimes it's better to be   Second best.      (Second best)   Second best. (x8)