social disaster sad young b******
used to feel alone cos i didn't get plastered
but i'm past it though i still ask it:
how long is this s*** 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 f***** few
that i speak s*** to
when i'm in the mood to
mingle at the venue
gotta get f***** up
just to get the guts up
reality shuts up
now you can throw your b***s up
i'll be the poor straight f*** in the corner
chewing on his tongue in the cigarette sauna
nothing but a social disaster
d*** 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 c**ture
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 social disaster (x3)
used to feel alone cos i didn't get plastered
but i'm past it though i still ask it:
how long is this s*** 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 f***** few
that i speak s*** to
when i'm in the mood to
mingle at the venue
gotta get f***** up
just to get the guts up
reality shuts up
now you can throw your b***s up
i'll be the poor straight f*** in the corner
chewing on his tongue in the cigarette sauna
nothing but a social disaster
d*** 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 c**ture
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 social disaster (x3)