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
(Refrain)
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