Your Average Run of the Mill Straight Edge Song (исполнитель: Charles Bronson)
You get so mad and tell me I'm a bore Cuz I don't wanna hang around your stupid crowd no more I think I'd rather stare at my [bad word] wall all night Then go out with a bunch of jerks that act so [bad word] loud I don't wanna be like you cuz I don't wanna die I decided long ago that's some [bad word] I'll never try I got better things to do than to blow my cash on that I don't want to waste my mind, wreck my body, and turn my back I know I'm a dying breed so do I need to ask why All the [bad word] straight edgers are now a bunch of [bad word] Just last year they markered up their hands But now all they say is, "Oh I don't give a [bad word] " So what if I'm a straight, is that so hard to accept? At least I'm not like you and have nothing left I'm going someplace in this world and it's not a [bad word] grave And you just laugh at me. At least I'm not a [bad word] up slave.