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 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 
I'll 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