Paroles de Sick

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