Из альбома: Pedigree Punk
Cheap talk, ive senn through you
your faked interests ive senn em too
silly conversations, superficial matters
puzzled thoughts wheres the pattern
your subjects are far too casual
and to touch my core they're too ususal
pretending to be my friend
but if my life was at stake, you wouldn't
be at hand
cause you just use me to get the better seat
and you don't pay no mind anything that i bleed
and now you want me to believe in the lies you tel
but believe me, boy, i know your game so very well
it's just the gentle way of saying fuck you
through all the time ive throught
that friendship wasn't only a word
but your cheap tricks they're proved me wrong
and i didn't need your comments now,
so please hold your tongue
and don't come crawling to me to talk about
"good weather" when the clouds are hanging
deeper than ever ive heard it all before
and how im through with you
so stop acting as if you were true blue