Текст песни Squirtgun - Social
Squirtgun - Social слова песни
A skeleton in a suit and tieTells us what we ought to buyA bag of coke and a nuclear heartSupport your conscience that`s a startIf you win the game, some have to loseThe fun part is that you can`t chooseYou`re born into your social classYou`re stuck there and it`s hard to passTheir social norms and social rulesWe`re social scum, they`re social toolsThey tell us all their social liesIgnoring all our social criesWe lose the game before we startThey watch us dance, we fall apartLet`s be ourselves and never be socialWe`ll play their games but never be socialKen and Barb in Greek fatiguesTell us what we ought to beThe care to drive what to thinkIgnorant bliss, no need to thinkAs Barb cakes fetus on her faceKen sucks blood at his workplaceThey take from you, they take from meSociety`s anomalies