phoney smiles & fake hellos lyrics – black label society

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 h*llos.
the hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
as i dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
f*ck yourself for all i f*cking 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 wh*r*
you’d sell your mothers soul just to get ahead.
a disease down to the core.

life’s phoney smiles and fake h*llos.
the hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
as i dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
go f*ck yourself for all i f*cking 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 he*rs* without remorse,
killing you and your kind.

life’s phoney smiles and fake h*llos.
the hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
i dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
f*ck yourself for all i f*cking care.

/ black label society lyrics