Sick of It All - Make a Mark Lyrics
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Make a Mark
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What Are The Lyrics For Make a Mark By Sick of It All?
It's so hard to make a mark when you wash away
It's so hard to be remembered when you've got nothing to say How could there be influence with quality in short supply? Forced to watch this impotence. a dozen for a dime when the frauds are on the rise we wanna see them fall When the frauds are flying high we wanna see them crawl Never did pay any dues - they've got a lot to learn When they come down with a crash we wanna see them burn how can we deeply moved by their shallow words? The message is expendable. cheap and mass produced How could there be influence with quality in short supply? Forced to watch this impotence. a dozen for a dime better enjoy success. cause it won't last That kind of ego is just good for a laugh the money machine will make it grow Will hit a nerve and make it gold If they have it to jam it down Jam it down your throat Jam it down your throat It's so hard to make a mark Jam it down your throat It's so hard to make a mark Jam it down your throat Till it succeeds where they do come from What do they mean Some random kids from some random scene What do they stand for What do they mean What are they saying Nothing. nothing |
Who Wrote Make a Mark By Sick of It All?
Armand Majidi, Craig Setari, Lou Koller, Pete Koller
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What's The Duration Of The Make a Mark By Sick of It All?The duration of Make a Mark is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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