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Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

This song is by Black Label Society and appears on the album Stronger Than Death (2000) and on the album Alcohol Fueled Brewtality Live (2001).

You, yeah you, yeah you
You got a cardboard cutout soul
Just a powertripping, mindripping, 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 where ever you go

Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush, of watching heads role
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
You're 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 role
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care

You, yeah you, yeah you
I haven't figured what it is you do
Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
Until your 15 minutes are through
You, yeah you, yeah you
A conscience deaf and blind
Well 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 role
I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care

Written by:

Zakk Wylde