** Written by a 13 year old Robert Rumery/Cro. Written for a local band but they didn't take it. Pitty, it really was.**
Robert Rumery - Socially Said
Chorus : What was socially said,
what went down inside of your head,
what was socially said,
what went down in your head,
your momma taught you the golden rules,
and told you to not act like a fool,
Every where I go I hear the same damn things,
people talking behind of everyones back,
and the school jock is on the corner selling some crack,
so many things twirling around inside of my head,
living in a small town has its perks,
not so many jerks and not so many drugs,
but the way it works is that everyone knows your shit,
whos high and whos not,
whos fucking who and who's got the hots,
its like if we walk around with the town slut,
we must be fucking so hard that our lives are in a rut,
it makes me so mad and so glad I'm not like that,
not one of those rumors people not one of those gossipers,
that try to be hip and all that,
I'm glad I'm not like that,
Chorus : What was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
You know I see so many friends stabbing their friends in the back,
and for what? Trying to climb the social ladder,
and tryin to get the top and be the best of all,
the world we live in is socialy fucked,
we try to live our life without these society's rules,
but as we try to escape we get pulled back in again,
I live on the brink of society's rules,
they try to tell me what to be,
and what to see,
who to fuck and what music to listen to,
I just turn my head and block it out,
they think I can't think for myselfs,
I'm not like you oh no,
I'm not like your society's zombies,
I've got a mind of my own,
Chorus : What was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
you call me evil,
and you call me weird and queer,
but these words I do not ear,
you try to persuade me with your own ways,
but your ways are not my ways,
I'm a hard rocker,
and your a prepy little punk,
just trying to make everyone your friend,
so you can show them your own ways,
I will not conform to your society's ways,
because I'm my own person and your not,
Chorus : What was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
Robert Rumery - Socially Said
Chorus : What was socially said,
what went down inside of your head,
what was socially said,
what went down in your head,
your momma taught you the golden rules,
and told you to not act like a fool,
Every where I go I hear the same damn things,
people talking behind of everyones back,
and the school jock is on the corner selling some crack,
so many things twirling around inside of my head,
living in a small town has its perks,
not so many jerks and not so many drugs,
but the way it works is that everyone knows your shit,
whos high and whos not,
whos fucking who and who's got the hots,
its like if we walk around with the town slut,
we must be fucking so hard that our lives are in a rut,
it makes me so mad and so glad I'm not like that,
not one of those rumors people not one of those gossipers,
that try to be hip and all that,
I'm glad I'm not like that,
Chorus : What was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
You know I see so many friends stabbing their friends in the back,
and for what? Trying to climb the social ladder,
and tryin to get the top and be the best of all,
the world we live in is socialy fucked,
we try to live our life without these society's rules,
but as we try to escape we get pulled back in again,
I live on the brink of society's rules,
they try to tell me what to be,
and what to see,
who to fuck and what music to listen to,
I just turn my head and block it out,
they think I can't think for myselfs,
I'm not like you oh no,
I'm not like your society's zombies,
I've got a mind of my own,
Chorus : What was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
you call me evil,
and you call me weird and queer,
but these words I do not ear,
you try to persuade me with your own ways,
but your ways are not my ways,
I'm a hard rocker,
and your a prepy little punk,
just trying to make everyone your friend,
so you can show them your own ways,
I will not conform to your society's ways,
because I'm my own person and your not,
Chorus : What was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
what went down inside of their heads,
what was socialy said,
