Sick

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