We can play a trendy beat We can sing about the love we lost b**h 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 f**-ups Like they fell from the sky Pity like a best friend s**s 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!