You, yeah you, yeah you
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You got a cardboard cutout soul
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Just a powertripping, mindraping, backstabbing junkie
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Thinking your hype is true
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You, yeah you, yeah you
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Respect ain't a word you know
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You're a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
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Dropping names wherever you go
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(CHORUS)
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Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
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The hardcore rush of watching heads roll
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I'll dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
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Fuck yourself for all I fucking care
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You, yeah you, yeah you
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Thinking you know it all
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35 years old with a wife and two kids
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Still living and your mother's home
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You, yeah you, yeah you
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A sellout and a social whore
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You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead
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A disease down to the core
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Chorus
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You, yeah you, yeah you
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Still haven't figured what it is you do
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Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
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Until your 15 minutes are through
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You, yeah you, yeah you
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A conscience deaf and blind
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I'm driving the hearse without remorse
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Killing you and your kind
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Chorus
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Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos
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Zakk Wylde |