Paper Tiger (fakin' The Punk) Lyrics - 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