Paper Tiger (Fakin' The Punk) - Sick Of It All

Once there was a purpose, once there was a voice

Its gotten so deluded, robbed of its claws

Picked, stripped, bones clean

Left the heart, took what you need

Watered down, now it’s just a parody

Once there was a reason, once there was a soul

Now just a paper tiger, roaring at the mall

Picked, stripped, bones clean

You’ve got the look, you’ve got the style

Left the substance, in a year where will you be

Somebody’s fakin' it

Somebody’s fakin' it

Somebody’s fakin' it

Somebody’s fake

Call you out, its not a comodity

Call you out, without integrity

Call you out, or an ego driven game

Call you out, let you in with open arms and open mind

You had a taste

You turn around, spit it out

And slap it right in the face

Somebody’s fakin' it

Look at them they’re fakin' it

Fakin' the punk