Songtext von Phoney Smiles Fake Hellos

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