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I carry my girl through the mean city streetsI change my mind with every weekI don't stand for the dreamIn a house where those traditions meanI've been labeled as an angry young manBecause I don't fit into the master planUnder society's microscopeI look funny but it's no jokeI'm a social end product so don't blame meI'm a social end product of societyIt's not my fault that I don't belongIt's the world around me that's gone all wrongHow did you expect me to turn out?Did you want me just a little boy scout?Before you start to criticize meTake a look and you will seeSee see seeI'm a social end product so don't blame meI'm a social end product of societyIt's not my fault that I don't belongIt's the world around me that's gone all wrong Aus Songtexte Mania