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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's peak, where are 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 no opportunity.
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.
- Album:
- To Sell The Truth
- Happy Hour
- Come Again (EP)
- Sink With Kalifornija
- Byo Split Series Vol. II
- Out Of Print
- Miscellaneous
- A Best of Youth Brigade
- Aggropop Now
- 77 Records présente : Youth Brigade Collection LP
- Sound & Fury
- Flipside Vinyl Fanzine, Volume 3
- The Best of Flipside Vinyl Fanzines
- Pogo Strut Slam Swivel + Mosh
- Punk Rock Megaexplosión
- How to Start a Fight
- BYO Split Series, Volume II
- Disarming Violence
- SRH Presents: Lose Your Illusion 1
- Tapes Suck 2: The Revenge