Текст песни Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos - 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
Ou, 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
Until 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