Lyrics:

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