Текст песни Fat Lip

Intro:

Neva the less am I dressed for the occasion

It's number 32 now here's the situation

But if the beat moves your feet

Then don't change the station

Pack your bags cause

We're leaving on a permanent vacation

Well I'm a disaster a microphone master

Put on the tape and rock out ghetto blaster

It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts

It's about sweaten all the bitches in ur biker shorts

Stormin' through the party like my name was El nino

When I'm hangin' out drinkin' 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 nobody came

Now, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school

Never goin' never showin' up when we had to

Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave

I'm sick of always hearin' act your age

Chorus:

I don't wanna waste my time

Become another casualty of society

I'll never fall in line

Become another victim of your conformity

And back down

Be-'cause you don't

Know us at all we laugh when old people fallSum 41 - Fat Lip - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sum-41/fat-lip-lyrics.html

But what would you expect with a conscience so small

Heavy metal and mullets it's how we were raised

Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised

Cause we like havin' fun at other people's expense and

Cuttin' people down is just a minor offense then

It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn

I'm sick of bein' told to wait my turn

Repeat Chorus

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 missin'

Don't count on me, ''cause I'm not listenin'

Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat

Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothin'

You be standin' on the corner talkin' all that kufuffin

But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffin'

Then if the ink don't stain you'll be ringin' off the hook

You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book

I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion

The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion...

Repeat Chorus

Waste my time with them

Casualty of society

Waste my time again

Victim of your conformity

And back down