Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos Songtext
von Zakk Wylde

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