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 social disaster (x3)