Letras:
Knife Fight Out Of Print 2002 2004

There are so many people And so much shit Why do I bother? I should fucking quit Mindless Worthless Shit "We all tread the same old boards And

Day by day, it's getting worse There's too much pressure, You won't be the first It's building up, Around my every side There's no place left Left

You think you can tell me what to do Fuck you just go ahead and try it You think that you're always right but nobody's buying it Knife Fight

We don't want you around Take those designer clothes and get out Why are you even here? We don't want you around Take your white belt and get out

Don't do this. Don't do that Don't you tell me how to act Try and tell me that you're right I'm nothing to buy that shit Who the fuck are you to

Sick of everything you say Sick of everything you do Sick of all your opinions Yeah, I'm sick of you Sick of all your politics Sick of the things

Sick of everything you say Sick of everything you do Sick of all your opinions Yeah, I'm sick of you Sick of all your politics Sick of the things

What do you think you're trying to do? What is it that you have to prove? Why do you have to be such a dick? We're not going to stand for it. What