Lyrics

(One, two, three, four) 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 so stacked And the stress it lines your face And you really need a place It's just that social life, it's got you on the run That goddamn social life, it's torture dressed as fun It's just that social life, they got you seeing things That goddamn social life and now you re chasing strings That goddamn social life God-awful art and clothe, plenty of money, though You guess it must be worth something What that would be you don't know In your imagination there's a face of love Someone who will come along instead of coming on And 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 just that social life, it's got you on the run That goddamn social life, it's torture dressed as fun It's just that social life, they got you chasing strings That goddamn social life and you are seeing things That goddamn social life