You strut like you've earned the hard workin' man's dues
But you've never walked a mile in his scuffed-up shoes
You play the hero the saint the good ol' farmhand
But your real-life story don't match the brand
Hollywood hypocrites actin' like they know
Preachin' from a mountain made of fool's gold
Play a preacher a farmer a soldier too
But in real life you ain't got a clue
You sell us a dream with your high-paid lines
Then turn around and tell us how to live our lives
You talk about freedom while you lock your gates
A world apart from the mess you create
Hollywood hypocrites actin' like they know
Preachin' from a mountain made of fool's gold
Play a preacher a farmer a soldier too
But in real life you ain't got a clue
Oh you're tough on the screen but you wouldn't last a day
In the mud and the grit where real men play
You talk about justice but it's all for show
When the credits roll the truth will blow
Hollywood hypocrites actin' like they know
Preachin' from a mountain made of fool's gold
Play a preacher a farmer a soldier too
But in real life you ain't got a clue
So keep your speeches and your polished lies
We've got no time for your alibis
Out here we know what's fake and what's true
And Hollywood hypocrites we see right through you