Testo Status Quo

Another transient counter-cultural phase
Identity expires in ninety days
My face don't change with the clothes I choose to wear
And the world don't change when I say I care
Hoodies, hawkes, or dreads to their ass
Or a tender passion for the working class
All of them claiming most devout
And all of them locking others out
You say that you are finally free
Outside of society
Is that what's really going on?
It doesn't look that way to me
You're still out for number one
And you're still looking down on me

Status quo
Exclusion inclusion confusion alienation
Exclusion inclusion confusion status quo

Oh yeah this group dynamic's fucking hell
I don't even get along with myself
I'm not so good with people that's for sure And they're not so good with me either
Talking shit and dropping names
Inside outside social games
Like drowning rats from a sinking ship
We make me fucking sick

You say that you are finally free
Outside of society
Is that what's really going on?
It doesn't look that way to me
You're still out for number one
And you're still looking down on me

Status quo
Exclusion inclusion confusion alienation
Exclusion inclusion confusion status quo

Status quo
We've got a long way to go