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
[Guitar Solo]
1-2-3-4!
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
Social was written by Matt Hart.
Social was produced by Mass Giorgini.