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)