Paper Tiger (Fakin` The Punk) — текст песни (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
Waterd down, now it`s just a parody

Once there was a reason, once there was a soulo
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