Prisoners Of War - Makes Me Sick Lyrics

We'll try to walk tall, but we'll get knocked down
We'll try to raise a smile, but you'll make me frown
You'll try to straighten me out, but I'll go the other way
They'll try to lock me up, but I'll make 'em all pay

You make me so f*cking sick
Even sicker than before

You'll get me to do things that I don't wanna do
But then there'll come a time when I won't do them for you
Right now we're the ones who always get treated like shit
You're making me sick and I wish that you would quit

When burger-bits think they're slick
People that are really thick
That's the kind of stuff
That makes me sick

You'll give me the games, but I don't wanna play
You'll give me all those f*cking rules, but I just won't obey
You'll give me the laws that I'm soon gonna break
You'll give me the gifts that I won't wanna take

A magician with a stupid trick
A down home Kentucky hick
That's the kind of stuff
That makes me sick

We'll try to walk tall, but we'll get knocked down
We'll try to raise a smile, but you'll make me frown
You'll try to straighten me out, but I'll go the other way
They'll try to lock me up, but I'll make 'em all pay

Preppies named Biff and Mick
Getting hit in the head with a brick
That's the kind of stuff
That makes me sick