Stickin' to the Floor
Won't somebody let me out, don't wanna stick around no moreI'm sick of looking at yer strange, I'm sick of stickin' to the floorNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yerSo now one of you, no
Fucking hell, I'll break your nose if they keep on pushing you aroundThey keep on steeping on your toes, I'll pick you up when you fall downNot one of you's got an ounce of style in yerSaid, not one of you, no
Not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer, noSo now one of you, no