We can play a trendy beat

We can sing about the love we lost

Bitch about our mean boss

Brag about the scene we choose

The brand of booze, the style of shoes

With all the charm and looks and cash

There's something missing here

The images are all the same

The rules, they haven't changed

And I forget what it all means now

The images are all the same

The rules, they haven't changed

And I forget what it all means now

Loosing touch

With what's been defined

I'm loosing touch

With what's un-defined

Do you get it? Do you get it?

Do you get it? Do you get it?

You said you tried, I said I tried

We hope we will see you again

Success becomes the enemy

We fear what we want to be

And justify our fuck-ups

Like they fell from the sky

Pity like a best friend

Sucks your life and cigarettes

Downs a beer and fills the space

With an eager charm and grace

The images don't mean a thing

The rulebook's full of lies

I don't know why we're here

The images don't mean a thing

The rulebook's full of lies

I don't know why we're here

Handing the shunned

A slap on the neck

Just handing the shunned

A slap on the neck

Ska-punk go!

The shunned!