Stickin To The Floor

Won't somebody let me out?

Don't want to stick around no more

I'm sick of lookin' at you strange

I'm sick of stickin' to the floor

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya

Said, not one of you, no

Well, fuck it all and break your nose

If they keep on pushin' you around

If they keep on steppin' on your toes

And pick you up when you fall down

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya

Said, not one of you, no

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya, no

Said, not one of you, no