Dead Smart

You cut me down
Behind my back
Turn back the facts
Reaching your conclusions
Your theories lack the facts
And that's a fact

You think you have the answers
With not a shit to say
Rip apart my every thought
Before it's ever said
Fuck off, fucking little trendy
Brats bored of spending
Mommy's cash

Blinding lies
Making blieve it's real
Thinking you're something
Yeah, you're dead smart

You think you have the answers
With not a shit to say
Before you start to answer, i've
Got one thing to say
Fuck off, fucking little trendy
Brats bored of spending
Mommy's cash

Turn back facts
Delusions, what you say
Conclusions, what you said



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Writer(s): Richard Lewis Hoak, Robert Brent Mccarty, John Kevin Sharp, Daniel Adam Lilker
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