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You, yeah you, yeah you
You got a cardboard cutout soul
Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, 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
Thirty-five 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
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
- Album:
- The Catacombs of the Black Vatican
- Unblackened
- Miscellaneous
- Order Of The Black
- Skullage
- Shot To Hell
- Kings Of Damnation: Era 1998-2004
- Mafia
- 1919 Eternal
- Hangover Music Vol VI
- The Blessed Hellride
- Stronger Than Death
- Book Of Shadows
- Sonic Brew
- Alcohol Fueled Brewtality Live
- Song Remains Not The Same
- Non-Album Releases
- Ozzfest Live 2002
- The Song Remains Not The Same
- Catacombs of the Black Vatican (Deluxe Edition)