Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos lyrics |
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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 |
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