Letras:
Sum 41 All Killer No Filler

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

had in mind. You take it with a smile; it's so easy when you're always in denial Just in time but out of line I can't make all the same mistakes you

: It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time, Somewhere ahead is the back of the line. I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking

: What's the difference of never knowing at all? When every step I take is always too small. Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately, I feel

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