Sick के बोल

I'm sick of everything I hear Everybody sacrificing their lives for a glass of beer I won't stand for all of that Because I don't need poisons to make me feel better I will take the straight edge To my fucking grave Stay true to myself Keep poisons out Because I don't need that shit to make me happy Still sick over the little things Sick because the sorrow I feel Think of how many deaths could have been saved If there were no cigarettes or beer