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Black Label Society - Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos lyrics
You, yeah you, yeah you. You got a cardboard cutout soul. Just a powertripping, mindtraping, 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 where ever you go. Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos. The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role. 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 in your mothers home You, yeah you, yeah you. You're a sellout and a social whore You'd sell your mothers soul just to get ahead. A disease down to the core. Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos. The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role. As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare, Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care. (solo) You, yeah you, yeah you. I haven't figured what it is you do. Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego, untill your 15 minutes are through. You, yeah you, yeah you. A conscience deaf and blind. 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. I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare, Fuck yourself for all I fucking care |
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