Fake World Songtext
von Ian Kelly

You see this man
With the cross on his arm and his eyes full of pain
With a can in a bag and a cat in the rain
With the crack as a tag and the shame in his veins
You see this guy
With a fifty G ride and a nice matching′ tie
With a sexy mistress and a great alibi
With his confident look it doesn't seem like he cries
We′ve been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
See this girl She does her twirl, she looks like a pearl
She spends her money on her nice curls
And her fake tan and tits in her fake world
We′ve been lying to ourselves and it′s a crying shame
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
I feel tired It′s a fake world
Now you see me I think that I am good and free
What you don't know I think I see I′ve circled down your reality (but what do I know)
We've been lying to ourselves and it′s a crying shame
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games