Sum 41
앨범 : Live At The House Of Blues: Cleveland 9.15.07

One, two, three, four
Well I
Won't be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government, guns and God
Now it's us against them, we're here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment
And now I don't believe in having faith in nothing
Stand on my own and got no sympathy
Wasting the youth while being young and useless
Speak for yourself and don't pray for me
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
A call across the Underclass
Calling out loud with no respect
I'm not the one, I'm just another reject
I'm the voice to offend all those who pretend
Unsung against the grain, I'm here to rise against
Now I'm desensitized I state my place in nowhere
Burning the flag of the degeneration
Everyone sing the anthem of no future
Down with the mass 'cause we're not listening
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
May I have your attention please
I pledge allegiance to the Underclass
As your hero at large
One, two, three, four
We're the saints of degeneration
We don't owe anyone an explanation
Fuck elitists, we don't need this
We're the elite of just alright
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you

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