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