Interpret:

Sick Of It All

Album:

Life On The Ropes

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