Tytuł: Phoney smiles & fake hellos

• Wykonawca: Black Label Society
• Wyświetleń: 220

  
   You, yeah you, yeah you
  You got a cardboard cutout soul
  Just a powertripping, mindraping, backstabbing junkie
  Thinking your hype is true
  You, yeah you, yeah you
  Respect ain't a word you know
  You're just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
  Dropping names wherever you go
  
  [CHORUS]
  Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
  The hardcore rush of watching heads roll
  As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
  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
  Still living and your mother's home
  You, yeah you, yeah you
  A sellout and a social whore
  You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead
  A disease down to the core
  
  [Chorus]
  
  You, yeah you, yeah you
  Still haven't figured what it is you do
  Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
  Until your 15 minutes are through
  You, yeah you, yeah you
  A conscience deaf and blind
  I'm driving the hearse without remorse
  Killing you and your kind
  
  [Chorus]