Sick of It All and John Joseph - Paper Tiger (Fakin' the Punk)

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 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 commodity
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

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