Fat Lip
Sum 41 - 《Go Chuck Yourself》
Storming through the party
Like my name was El ninio
When Im hangin out drinkin
In the back of an El camino
As a kid I was a skid and
I trashed my own house party
Never going ever showing up
Is it attention that we crave
Im sick of always hearing
We laugh when old people fall
But what would you expect
With a conscience so small
Were the Gods that we praised
At other peoples expense and
Just a minor offence then
Its the point youre missing
Give a sh*t about nothing
You be standing on the corner
Talking all that kufuffin
But you dont make sense from
All the gas you be huffing
Then if the egg dont stain
Youll be ringing off the hook
Youre on the hit list wanted
I like songs with distortion
Should have had an abortion
Victim of your conformity