Anti-social (1982)

I don’t like papers and reading books. Gettin’ bored now, thinkin’ it sucks.
I don’t wanna listen to another word. I’m so bleedin’ bored.

I’m Anti-social. Anti-social. Anti-social. I hate the world.

I don’t wanna go to work another day. I wanna be somebody.
I don’t wanna wear no dinner suit. I don’t wanna family.

I’m Anti-social. Anti-social. Anti-social. I hate the world.

I ain’t gonna be no rich man’s tool. I ain’t gonna cut my hair.
Gonna wear boots and a short-haired crop. Watch the train so there!

I’m Anti-social. Anti-social. Anti-social. I hate the world.

Walking ’round the streets and wondering what to do
I ain’t got no money or a set of wheels. It’s such a drag.
Lookin’ at the posers and their flashy cars.
I’m just walkin’ round…That’s why I don’t want no kids.
I ain’t gonna settle down.

I’m Anti-social. Anti-social. Anti-social. I hate the world.