Social lyrics

Artist  : Squirtgun 
Song : Social



 Send "Social" Ringtone to your Cell 

 A skeleton in a suit and tie

Tells us what we ought to buy

A bag of coke and a nuclear heart

Support your conscience that's a start



If you win the game, some have to lose

The fun part is that you can't choose

You're born into your social class

You're stuck there and it's hard to pass



Their social norms and social rules

We're social scum, they're social tools

They tell us all their social lies

Ignoring all our social cries

We lose the game before we start

They watch us dance, we fall apart

Let's be ourselves and never be social

We'll play their games but never be social



Ken and Barb in Greek fatigues

Tell us what we ought to be

The care to drive what to think

Ignorant bliss, no need to think



As Barb cakes fetus on her face

Ken sucks blood at his workplace

They take from you, they take from me

Society's anomalies