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Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos lyrics
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
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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- Track 2 on Stronger Than Death
- 1 All for You
- 3 13 Years of Grief
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