[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]