Take the pictures off the wall
Erase the thoughts - forget them all
The choice is yours to save yourself
Or in the hands of someone else
Broken thoughts and alibis
Conscious disappears in time
A voice is all that I can show
That all that I have is a soul
Like a setup to fail
You're a dead beat on parade
With one foot in the gutter
And the other in the grave
You've cooked your silver spoon so black
So die
What can I say?
Guess it's obvious you would end up this way
When you live amongst the dead
The best of luck
As the one and only
Resident skumfu*k
A victim or just a tragedy
I hear you talk but I don't hear you speak
You don't make sense
Your mind is incomplete
And I can't believe all the things that you say
You just can't get enough
We'll all be waiting here just for the day
That your time is up
What can I say?
Guess it's obvious you would end up this way
When you live amongst the dead
The best of luck
As the one and only
Resident skumfu*k
A victim or just a tragedy
All that I need is time for me to breathe
Dream little dreams that only I believe
Now that I see beyond the light
I know I'll be I'll be alright
Fat Lip
Autor: Sum 41
Album: Go Chuck Yourself