Stickin' to the Floor(later re-mastered and released on the EP When The Sun Goes Down)
Won't somebody let me out?
Don't want to stick around no more
I'm sick of looking at you strange
I'm sick of sticking to the floor
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said, not one of you has got an ounce of style
Well, **** it all and break your nose
If they keep on pu****ng you around
If they keep on stepping 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
Said, not one of you has got an ounce of style
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said, not one of you, no