Letras: Citizen Fish. Flinch. Social Insecurity.

Growling as I smile and stare from the other side of the street
Is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?
I couldn't afford the baseball boots, that's not the game I play
And if you'd rather hang about I won't get in your way

If the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear
I'll show you a better way to spend your breath over a beer
Or a coffee. Come on mutant-head! Let's drop the social games
Call it a bluff, call it enough, quit calling each other names

There's hardly any difference in the nature of the threat
Some like to be remembered by the reaction they can get
Others need security in a certain social set
But both are too aware of what they still yet have to get

Is no one ever satisfied with being what they are?
If you show me all your barbed wire, I'll only show you scars

But tell me where you got it from and what it costs in friends
And I'll start to get a picture of a person not a trend
Ignorance and affinity to outside influence
Rejects the inner feeling at anyone's expense

What provoked attack was the nature of defence
The weak are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence

So while you're staring at me I'll be grinning back at you
At various intensities, we'll both know that it's true
That what each other represents is an image we've been fed7
If I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head
So let's discuss these attitudes and find some common ground
Just doing that is ground enough to exorcise the sound
Of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance
Once beyond the posing we can find the relevance