Arctic Monkeys - When The Sun Goes Down

Won't somebody let me out? Don't want to stick around no more I'm sick of lookin' at you strange I'm 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