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Phoney Smiles+Fake HellosYou, yeah, you, yeah, youYou got a cardboard cut out soul Just a powertripping, mind rapng, back stabbing 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 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 wife a wife and two kids Still living in 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 Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos The hardcore rush of watching heads roll As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care 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 fifteen 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 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 |