Black Label Society Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos
You, yeah you, yeah you.
You got a cardboard cutout soul.
Just a powertripping, mindtraping, backstabbing, junkie,
Respect ain't a word you know.
thinking your hype is true.
You're just a fabricated lie, that doesn't exist.
Dropping names where ever you go.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
Thinking you know it all
35 years old with a wife and two kids,
You, yeah you, yeah you.
still living in your mothers home
You're a sellout and a social whore
You'd sell your mothers soul just to get ahead.
Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.
A disease down to the core.
The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care.
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
(solo)
I haven't figured what it is you do.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego,
untill your 15 minutes are through.
A conscience deaf and blind.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
Well I'm driving, the hearse without remorse,
killing you and your kind.
Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.
The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
Fuck yourself for all I fucking careI dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,