black label society
phoney smiles & fake hellos
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 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 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,