Well, I hope you’re sleeping
With the boy who dumped you, when you were stoned
Oh, don’t you find it creeping
That he still loves you, after all
Now that you’re filthy
Rich and famous, you’re the doll

Oh, but can you really fake it?
The pleasant life
The girls next door
The backyard chitchat
‘bout wooden floors
A second mortgage
For a brand new ford

Oh, but can you fake it?
When he calls you honey, at the store
While shopping for bullets
For the gun, he so neatly stores
Underneath the mattress
In your bedroom, now you both know

Oh, but can you fake it?
The pleasant life
The girls next door
The backyard chitchat
‘bout wooden floors
A second mortgage
For a brand new ford
The fucked up pre-nup
With a backdoor clause
A teenaged son
That he adores
A perfect weather
Oh, what a bore
Oh, but can you fake it?

Well, I hope you’re happy
I wrote these verse, once before
Then you came running
Into my arms, straight from a war
I gave you shelter
But you turned hot, you wanted more

Guess you couldn’t fake it
The pleasant life
The girls next door
The backyard chitchat
‘bout wooden floors
A second mortgage
For a brand new ford
The fucked up pre-nup
With a backdoor clause
A teenaged son
That I so adore
A perfect weather
Oh, what a bore
A baby doll
You never wore
A ball and chains
Made out of gold
Yea, you couldn’t fake it