Lyrics:

I carry my girl through the mean city streets
I change my mind with every week
I don't stand for the dream
In a house where those traditions mean

I've been labeled as an angry young man
Because I don't fit into the master plan
Under society's microscope
I look funny but it's no joke

I'm a social end product so don't blame me
I'm a social end product of society
It's not my fault that I don't belong
It's the world around me that's gone all wrong

How did you expect me to turn out?
Did you want me just a little boy scout?
Before you start to criticize me
Take a look and you will see
See see see

I'm a social end product so don't blame me
I'm a social end product of society
It's not my fault that I don't belong
It's the world around me that's gone all wrong