Everytime I think of Judas
I recall all the tricks up his sleave
And I feel for all those that have been used
And I realize how it's wrong to decieve

When liars are spreading falsehoods (woah, woah, woah)
And they keep telling their fibs
Don't be sold on their bill of goods (no way!)
Just try to break all their ribs

Faux...
Phoney people stink
They'll fool you with a wink
Then they're gone before you blink


I can see how much they hurt you (ouh! I do)
Cannot see where it all went
Now I know why you make grumbling sounds (grumbling sounds gurguled)
And I see why you must vent

Now If Judas would of been true (oh? Oh? Oh?)
Then He wouldn't of hung of a tree
His common sense had been skewed
He forgot about integrity

Faux, faux, faux, faux
Phoney people stink
As fake as pigs are pink
Don't let them push you to the brink

Faux, faux, faux, faux
Phoney people reek
They'll ruin your whole week
So don't buy into their mystique

Faux, faux, faux, faux
Phoney people stink
They are not what you think
They'll rat you and fink