When the sound in the air is dishonest When the people who preach don’t believe it I wonder how long it will take to catch on Before everyone see’s through the bullshit
It’s a trend in the ballads I’m hearing What will sell and accumulate fortunes You can act all you like with the songs you don’t write But those verses won’t make you a poet
I don’t believe you No, no, no I don’t believe I don’t believe you No, no, no I don’t believe I don’t believe the shit you speak
Your premise your presence your press Am I the only one who thinks you’re a mess? You’ve been rich all your life and made up sacrifice And just bought your way into success
So maybe learn from the people beneath you Or the ones who you claim have inspired you Let your vanity wither and try to consider That we’re all staring clearly right through you That we’re all staring clearly right through you.
I don’t believe you No, no, no I don’t believe I don’t believe you No, no, no I don’t believe I don’t believe the shit you speak
Don’t believe the tears you weep Don’t believe your whole mystique