Phoney Smiles Fake Hellos en 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 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

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