Tekster:
Sum 41 All Killer No Filler

nick 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 don't make sense from all

the womb in giving birth To the group that will appear And guide you through this final year The dark armies then will come When the Sum is 41

's all she's got to keep things right Believe her, it's all she's got, it's all she's got It's all she's got, it's all she's got These days keep getting

want You just take me through the motions I know what I want And that's more than you can say All the time you thought worth saving You still end up with memories fading After all

Jump all you can And you got out your right foot The sooner you get out In your hide away I might be left dead Side of the road Serves a place and time

The faster we're falling, we're stopping and stalling We're running in circles again Just as things we're looking up You said it wasn't good enough but

goodnick 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 don't make sense from all

want, You just take me through the motions. I know what I want, And that's more than you can say. All the time you thought worth saving, You still end up with memories fading. After all

you really got. It's hard to stay and not pretend. You can't make sense in what you thought. It seems I can't comprehend. Well I'm happy to be, only all