Letra de Out of Style

Instead of talking shit why don't you do something about it. It's time for a change and you're out of style. Shut your fucking mouth because I'm sick of your shit. This is not my scene, I'll walk all over it. I don't give a fuck about you or your fashion. Just like the flue you'll be gone next week. We don't give a fuck about how much you drink because the only thing that matter is the way you think. With every waking moment I think of love I think of my passion to speak my mind where it's not wanted. Better yet, where my words mean more! I'm not doing this for my health. I've got a chip on my shoulder and I'm calling you out. Who am I to judge? So act like you knew. Do us a favor and get a fucking clue!