Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

You, you, yeah you
You got a cardboard soul
Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, backstabbing
Thinking your hype is

You, you, yeah you
ain't a word you know
You're just a fabricated lie doesn't exist
Dropping names you go

Life's phoney smiles and hellos
The hardcore of watching heads roll
As I dig your grave and kill your stare
Fuck for all I fucking care

You, you, yeah you
you know it all
Thirty-five old with a wife and two kids
Still living in mother's home

You, yeah you, you
A and a social whore
You'd sell your mother's just to get ahead
A disease to the core

Life's smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of heads roll
As I dig your grave and kill your stare
Fuck for all I fucking care

You, yeah you, you
Still haven't figured it is you do
Just a no talent nothing a ten ton ego
Until fifteen minutes are through

You, you, yeah you
A conscience deaf and
I'm driving the hearse without
Killing you and kind

Life's smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore of watching heads roll
I dig your grave and kill lifeless stare
Fuck for all I fucking care