Harsh words of a socialite   Champagne to the libertine   He's part of the same world but they don't collide   In dispute the authenticity   Finding out just what it means to be   The same as the next guy only in disguise      In a lull in the conversation:   Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!   Strong words from a friend of mine   I can grow my own fucking moustache anytime      Harsh words reflect an apathy   Of a drunken new philosophy   It's never the same thing but that's by design   Never never wanna criticize   And tonight we're gonna stigmatize   Social pariahs but they're not aligned      In a lull in the conversation...   Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!      Harsh words are whispered softly   But it's not that way no more   Harsh words are whispered softly   But it's not that way no more   Harsh words are whispered softly   But we all know it's for sure   Harsh words are whispered softly   But it's not no more      Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!