You say that straight-edge is just a passing phaseI say no sell-out. Loyal to the graveYou say to moderate. It’s either all or noneI live for the truth. Not artificial funDo we just disagree or is this war?I see it one way and you see the doorThe spirt of vengeance, it cannot be boughtYou say what you’ve got to say – then take a walkYou say! « Aw relax, man » don’t get so uptightBut you wind me up – tempt me to fightI’m a needle in a haystack, forth leaf of the cloverDon’t let me fall through the cracks, man, or it’s overIm not laughing, this is not a jokeI give you more chances than one, you just chokedAm I ignorant or just fed up?Sometimes I criticize, so i must be both