Squirtgun Lyrics, Social Lyrics
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- Social Lyrics A skeleton in a suit and tie tells us what we ought to 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 a social class, You're stuck there, it's hard to pass Their social norms and social rules We're social scum and they're social fools They tell us all their social lies Ignoring all our social cries We'll lose the game before we start They watch us dance, we fall apart Well lets be ourselves and never be social We'll play their game but never be social Ken and Barb in greek fatigues tell us what we ought to be The cars to drive, and 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
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