Harsh words of a socialite
Champagne to the libertine
He's part of the same world but they don't collide
In dispute the authenticity
Finding out just what it means to be
The same as the next guy only in disguise

In a lull in the conversation:
Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!
Strong words from a friend of mine
I can grow my own fucking moustache anytime

Harsh words reflect an apathy
Of a drunken new philosophy
It's never the same thing but that's by design
Never never wanna criticize
And tonight we're gonna stigmatize
Social pariahs but they're not aligned

In a lull in the conversation...
Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!

Harsh words are whispered softly
But it's not that way no more
Harsh words are whispered softly
But it's not that way no more
Harsh words are whispered softly
But we all know it's for sure
Harsh words are whispered softly
But it's not no more

Grow Your Own Fucking Moustache, Asshole!


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