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