Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos lyrics

You, yeah, you, yeah, you

You got a cardboard cut out soul

Just a powertripping, mindraping, 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

35 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

Go 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

• Artist:Black Label Society
• Album:Stronger Than Death (2000)