text: Wont somebody let me out?
  Dont want to stick around no more
  Im sick of lookin at you strange
  Im 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