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Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos (Live)
You, yeah you, yeah you You got a cardboard cutout soul Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, 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 Thirty-five 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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 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 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
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