Nervous you need a drink Tired you need a lift You feel on the brink Maybe you need new tits
Vulnerable as a ship But you re not on the sea Can you talk to anyone here? No, not really
And the crowd stays on your back And the girls are all s0 stacked And the stress it lines your face And you realy need a place
Its just that social life Its got you on the run That goddamn social life It's torture dressed as fun It's just that social life They got you seein things That goddamn social life And now you re chasin strings That goddamn social life
God-awful art and clothes Plenty of money, though You guess it must be worth somethin What that would be you don' t know In your imagination There's a face of love
Someone who will come along Instead of comin on
Anp the forces ebb and flow And the money goes and goes And something makes you Want to throw a brick Through the window
It's iust that social life It's got you on the run That goddamn social life It's torture dressed as fun It's iust that social life They got you chasin strings That goddamn social life And you are seeing things
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