Sick Of It All - On The Brink Lyrics
When we're on the brinkWe'd kill for something to happenWhen we're on the brinkWe'd kill for something to doAnother day, another night that seems like an eternityAnother day, another night that someone mightTurn this boredom aroundSee the drugs, see the violence and the pure stupidityThe bad will, the malicious kind of thrillKeeps the boredom downAnother victim, another crimeMisadventure, a tragic use of idle timeAnother victim, another crimeThe excitement of straying from the straight line