Lyrics Dead Smart - Brutal Truth

Dead Smart

You cut me down
Behind my back
Turn back the facts
Reaching your conclusions
Your theories lack the facts
And that’s a fact
You think you have the answers
With not a shit to say
Rip apart my every thought
Before it’s ever said
Fuck off — fucking little trendy
Brats bored of spending
Mommy’s cash
Blinding lies
Making blieve it’s real
Thinking you’re something…
Yeah, you’re dead smart
You think you have the answers
With not a shit to say
Before you start to answer, i’ve
Got one thing to say
Fuck off — fucking little trendy
Brats bored of spending
Mommy’s cash
Turn back facts
Delusions, what you say
Conclusions, what you said