Phoney Smile Fake Hellos
You, yeah you, yeah you
Have a cardboard cutout soul
A powertripping, mindtraping, backstabbing junkie
Thinking your hype is true
You, yeah you, yeah you
Respect ain't a word you know
Just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
Dropping names whereever you go
Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads role
I dig your grave and fuck your lifeless stare
Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care, yeah
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
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
I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care
You, yeah you, yeah
Haven't figured what it is you do
Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
Thinking you're high too
You, yeah you, yeah
A conscience deaf and blind
Well, I'm driving the hearse without remorse
Fucking 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
Have a cardboard cutout soul
A powertripping, mindtraping, backstabbing junkie
Thinking your hype is true
You, yeah you, yeah you
Respect ain't a word you know
Just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
Dropping names whereever you go
Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads role
I dig your grave and fuck your lifeless stare
Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care, yeah
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
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
I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care
You, yeah you, yeah
Haven't figured what it is you do
Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
Thinking you're high too
You, yeah you, yeah
A conscience deaf and blind
Well, I'm driving the hearse without remorse
Fucking 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
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Writer(s): Zakk Wylde
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