Social - Squirtgun

A skeleton in a suit and tie

Tells us what we oughta buy

A bag of coke and a nuclear heart

Support your conscience, that’s a start

If you win the game, some have to lose

The fun part is that you can’t choose

You’re born into your social class

You’re stuck there, and it’s hard to pass

Their social norms and social rules

We’re social scum, they’re social tools

They tell us all their social lies

Ignoring all our social cries

We lose the game before we start

They watch us dance, and we fall apart

Well, let’s be ourselves, never be social

We’ll play their game, never be social

Whoa whoa

Ken and Barb in Greek fatigues

Tell us what we oughta be

The car to drive, what to drink

Ignorant bliss, no need to think

As Barb cakes fetus on her face

Ken sucks blood at his workplace

They take from you, they take from me

Society’s anomalies

Their social norms and social rules

We’re social scum, they’re social tools

They tell us all their social lies

Ignoring all our social cries

We lose the game before we start

They watch us dance, and we fall apart

Well, let’s be ourselves, never be social

We’ll play their game, never be social

Whoa whoa

Their social norms and social rules

We’re social scum, they’re social tools

They tell us all their social lies

Ignoring all our social cries

We lose the game before we start

They watch us dance, and we fall apart

Well, let’s be ourselves, never be social

We’ll play their game, never be social

Whoa whoa