Sum 41 - Fatlip (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Sum 41 - Fatlip (en) Lyrics
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Strollin' to the party like
my name is El ninio
Well I'm hangin' out drinking
in the back of an El camino
As a kid, was a skid and
no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party
cause no body came.
Well I know I'm not the one you thought
you knew back in high school
Never going, never showing
up when we had to.
Attention that we crave don't
tell us to behave,
I'm sick of always hearing
act your age.
I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim
of your conformity
And back down.
Because you don't
Know us at all we laugh
when old people fall.
But what would you expect with
a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets
is how we were raised.
Maiden and priest were the
gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun at
other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just
a minor offense then,
It's none of your concern,
I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told
to wait my turn.
Don't count on me, to
let you know when.
Don't count on me, I'll do it again.
Don't count on me, it's the
point you're missing.
Don't count on me, cause
I'm not listening.
Well I'm a no goodick lower
middle class brat,
Back packed and I don't give
a shit about nothing.
You be standing on the corner
talking all that kufuffin.
But you won't make any sense from
all the gas you'll be huffing.
And if the egg don't stain you'll
be ringing off the hook,
You're on the hit list wanted
in the telephone book.
I like songs with distortion,
drinkin' in proportion.
The doctor said my mom should
have had an abortion.
Waste my time with a
Casualty of society.
Victim of your conformity
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