Up The Social Lyrics Meanings
by The Veese

Knees trembling weak anxiety's heavy
All is on his mind and it's far from empty
Only costs one pound a day and his bank's decaying
He's constantly wanting his monthly paying
And as it burns through his fingertips he stands and he prays
Hoping that lucks' gonna come his way as he says
I do it for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
Plays sound to my organs sings in the morning and it's calling
It's calling him
Oh it started off a hobby now it's a habit
It's the one he never really wanted to inherit
The amount that he needs, he just can't afford
Every single month starts with a knock on the door by the landlord, so he says
I do it for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
Plays sound to my organs sings in the morning and it's calling
It's calling him
Oh he does for the Social
Oh he does it for the Social
Oh he does it for the Social
Oh he does it for the Social
And it's calling him

Knees trembling weak anxiety's heavy
All is on his mind and it's far from empty
Only costs one pound a day and his bank's decaying
He's constantly wanting his monthly paying
And as it burns through his fingertips he stands and he prays
Hoping that lucks' gonna come his way as he says
I do it for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
Plays sound to my organs sings in the morning and it's calling
It's calling him
Oh it started off a hobby now it's a habit
It's the one he never really wanted to inherit
The amount that he needs, he just can't afford
Every single month starts with a knock on the door by the landlord, so he says
I do it for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
The rush to the cortex captures like a vortex
It's for the social
But it's anti-social
Plays sound to my organs sings in the morning and it's calling
It's calling him
Oh he does for the Social
Oh he does it for the Social
Oh he does it for the Social
Oh he does it for the Social
And it's calling him