Sick - Youth Brigade

I’m sick of all the fighting

sick of all the hate

sick of all this fear and loathing no one communicates

sick of listening to the crap called the American dream

Promises of bluer skies only fools would believe these lies

each night another poll reactions to the death toll «Leaders»

speak of potential'

speak where we growing to What if you woke up one day and had the chance to

make it all go away burn all the money

close down the schools take back the power

throw out the rules

I’m sick of this society promotes a world of apathy

sick of feeling there’s no choice or oppurtunity

sick to death from this sense of worthlessness and waste sick of this security

when hate kills every day

I’m sick sick sick sick sick of being sick