Santa Didn't Bring A Pony This Year Lyrics

With blood on your hood and flesh in your grill,
You don't fool yourself,
But as fast as you drive,
You trick the rest.

YOU ARE FAKE.

All eyes on you.

You are fake, all eyes on you.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.

(Won't it be awkward however,
When someone else decides
To speed with you)

No worries though, people avoid the truth.
You're insecurities are safe from the hordes.

FAKE. FAKE. ALL EYES ON YOU.

(Thanks to joe for these lyrics)