I carry my girl through the mean city streets I change my mind with every week I don't stand for the dream In a house where those traditions mean
I’ve been labeled as an angry young man Because I don’t fit into the master plan Under society’s microscope I look funny but it’s no joke
I’m a social end product so don’t blame me I’m a social end product of society It’s not my fault that I don’t belong It’s the world around me that’s gone all wrong
How did you expect me to turn out? Did you want me just a little boy scout? Before you start to criticize me Take a look and you will see See see see
I’m a social end product so don’t blame me I’m a social end product of society It’s not my fault that I don’t belong It’s the world around me that’s gone all wrong