Black Label Society - Phoney Smiles and Fake Hellos lyrics

You, yeah you, yeah you You got a cardboard cutout 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 a fabricated lie that doesn't exist Dropping names wherever you go [Chorus] Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos The hardcore rush of watching heads roll I'll dig your grave and k** your lifeless stare f** yourself for all I f**ing care You, yeah you, yeah you Thinking you know it all Thirty five years old with a wife and two kids Still living and your mother's home You, yeah you, yeah you A sellout and a social who*e You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead A disease down to the core [Chorus] 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 k**ing you and your kind [Chorus]