[Verse 1] Won't somebody let me out? Don't want to stick around no more Sick of looking at you strange Sick of sticking to the floor [Hook] Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya Said not one of you, no [Verse 2] Well f** it all and break your nose If they keep on pushing you around If they keep on stepping on your toes And pick you up when you fall down [Hook x2]