| Social disaster sad young bastard
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| Used to feel alone cos i didn’t get plastered
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| But i’m past it though i still ask it:
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| How long is this shit going to last?
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| It doesn’t get me down like it used to
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| Cos now i’m used to
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| Hanging with a drugged crew
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| A select fucked few
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| That i speak shit to
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| When i’m in the mood to
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| Mingle at the venue
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| Gotta get fucked up
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| Just to get the guts up
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| Reality shuts up
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| Now you can throw your butts up
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| I’ll be the poor straight fuck in the corner
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| Chewing on his tongue in the cigarette sauna
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| Nothing but a social disaster
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| Damn i feel i should be drinking
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| This is not the place to be thinking
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| I’m here for the music cos it sounds wicked
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| Lyric plus melody but i can’t pick it
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| Ringing in the ear pain getting belligerent
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| Smelling like a beer stain smoking a cigarette
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| Having a good time is giving me illness
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| Think i’ll head outside and soak up some stillness
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| Not that i’m jaded
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| Just unrelated to this inebriated
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| Ego inflated culture
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| That you love don’t ya?
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| Well don’t ya? |
| ha?
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| I’m a tall poppy so you better lop me
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| Held me like a baby then go and drop me
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| You say i sound like this i sound like that
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| I sound like whoever at the drop of a hat
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| I’m sorry i’m generic just grin and bear it
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| Spend it if you can spare it
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| Strap it on and wear it
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| Purchase a credo that doesn’t have to last
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| Supplement your ego with this piece of plastic
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| Ethical crisis? |
| here’s good advice says:
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| Sell your sorry soul and get a nice price for it
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| Now that it’s done let’s have some fun
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| That’s the priority a number one
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| A number one
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| Ain’t nothing but a social disaster (x3) |