Текст песни Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos - Zakk Wylde , Black Label Society
You,
yeah,
you,
yeah,
you
You
got
a
cardboard
cut
out
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
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
I
dig
your
grave
and
kill
your
lifeless
stare
Fuck
yourself
for
all
I
fucking
care
1 All for You
2 All For You
3 Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos
4 Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos
5 13 Years of Grief
6 13 Years of Grief
7 Rust
8 Rust
9 Super Terrorizer
10 Superterrorizer
11 Counterfeit God
12 Counterfeit God
13 Ain't Life Grand
14 Ain't Life Grand
15 Just Killing Time
16 Just Killing Time
17 Stronger Than Death
18 Stronger Than Death
19 Love Reign Down
20 Love Reign Down
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