social disaster sad young bastard

used to feel alone cos i didn't get plastered

but i'm past it though i still ask it:

how long is this shit going to last?



it doesn't get me down like it used to

cos now i'm used to

hanging with a drugged crew

a select fucked few

that i speak shit to

when i'm in the mood to

mingle at the venue



gotta get fucked up

just to get the guts up

reality shuts up

now you can throw your butts up

i'll be the poor straight fuck in the corner

chewing on his tongue in the cigarette sauna



nothing but a social disaster



damn i feel i should be drinking

this is not the place to be thinking

i'm here for the music cos it sounds wicked

lyric plus melody but i can't pick it



ringing in the ear pain getting belligerent

smelling like a beer stain smoking a cigarette

having a good time is giving me illness

think i'll head outside and soak up some stillness



not that i'm jaded

just unrelated to this inebriated

ego inflated culture

that you love don't ya?

well don't ya? ha?



i'm a tall poppy so you better lop me

held me like a baby then go and drop me

you say i sound like this i sound like that

i sound like whoever at the drop of a hat



i'm sorry i'm generic just grin and bear it

spend it if you can spare it

strap it on and wear it

purchase a credo that doesn't have to last

supplement your ego with this piece of plastic



ethical crisis? here's good advice says:

sell your sorry soul and get a nice price for it

now that it's done let's have some fun

that's the priority a number one



a number one

ain't nothing but a soc