Letras:
Sick Of It All Stick Together

to make things better make things better with fantasy Open your eyes and you'll see better see it's up to you and me To fight for all the things we believe

to make things better make things better with fantasy Open your eyes and you'll see better see it's up to you and me To fight for all the things we believe

and mister all this hate so it effect it Now that's what I call interesting I gotta gameplan but they can't intercept it They can't do nothing but respect it

now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies at the coppers that persue me, beotch! I be a hustler til it'

flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace Body bags and caskets may all godd cease Together

stages How I made this through all the different ages Thinkin you do itlike this is outrageous Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous Your hottest

we go; Let's stick 'em in a room together - Yeah!! And make them fight it out, Until they see nothing from nothing, Will leave nothing at all, And hey

and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach and vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it (yuck!) (Yuck!) Hit

and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blod that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head