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