Black Label Society - Phoney Smiles & 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 just 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
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 and 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

[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 15 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

[Chorus]





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  1. Z.... T....

    Lyrics:

    [Verse 1]
    You, yeah you, yeah you
    You got a cardboard cutout soul
    Just a powertripping, mindtraping, 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

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    You, yeah you, yeah you
    Thinking you know it all
    35 years old with a wife and two kids
    Still living in your mothers home
    You, yeah you, yeah you
    You're a sellout and a social whore
    You'd sell your mothers soul just to get ahead
    A disease down to the core

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Chorus]

  2. S.... a....

    Heavy Hitter!

  3. G.... X....

    Zakk Wylde is a monster guitariste 😈🤘

  4. M.... G....

    incorrect, this album was released in 2000