Sick Of It All - Paper Tiger (Fakin' The Funk) Lyrics
Once there was a purpose, once there was a voiceIts gotten so deluded, robbed of its clawsPicked, stripped, bones cleanLeft the heart, took what you needWaterd down, now it's just a parodyOnce there was a reason, once there was a souloNow just a paper tiger, roaring at the mallPicked, stripped, bones cleanYou've got the look, you've got the styleLeft the substance, in a year where will you beSomebody's fakin' itSomebody's fakin' itSomebody's fakin' itSomebody's fakeCall you out, its not a comodityCall you out, without integrityCall you out, or an ego driven gameCall you out, let you in with open arms and open mindYou had a tasteYou turn around, spit it outAnd slap it right in the faceSomebody's fakin' itLook at them they're fakin' itFakin' the punk