The Shunned

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!