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• Titre : Scotty Doesn't Know-sum41
• Année : 2009

Paroles :

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me
Do it in my van every Sunday
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

Oh Scotty doesn't know-o
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty

Fiona says she's out shopping
But she's under me and I'm not stopping

'Cause Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know (3x)
So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn'T know
So don't tell Scotty

I can't belive he's so trusting
While I'm right behind you thrusting (Wooh...)
Fiona's got him on the phone
And she's trying not to moan
I'ts a three way conversation and he knows, nothing

Scotty doesn't know (3x)
So don't tell Scotty
'Cause Scotty doesn't know
Scottie doesn't know
So don't tell Scotty

We'll put on a show
Everyone will go
Scotty doesn't know (3x)

The parking lot? Why not?
I'ts so cool when you on top
His front lawn, In the snow
Laughing so hard
'cause scotty doesn'T know
Scotty doesn't know

I did her on his birthday

Scotty doesn't know (4x)

So don't tell Scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty will know
Scotty has to know
Scotty's gotta knwo
Gonna tell Scotty
Gonna tell him myself
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty has to
Scotty has to
Scotty has to go

Scotty doesn't know (6x)
Scotty doesn't (3x)
Scotty doesn't know (8x)
Scotty's got to go

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• Titre : In Too Deep- sum41
• Album : All Killer, No Filler
• Année : 2009

Paroles :

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 still we're trying one more time.

Maybe we're just trying to hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far

[Refrain] :
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under.

Seems like each time
I'm with you I loose my mind,
Because I'm bending over backwards to relate.
It's one thing to complain
But when you're driving me insane
Well then I think it's time that we took a break.

Maybe we're just trying to hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far

[Refrain]

Instead of going under.

I can't sit back and wonder why.
It took so long for this to die.
And I hate it when you fake it.
You can't hide it you might as well embrace it.
So believe me it's not easy.
It seems that something's telling me,

[Refrain]

instead of going under.

instead of going under again.
instead of going under.
instead of going under again x2

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• Titre : Fat Lip
• Album : All Killer No Filler
• Année : 2001

Paroles :

Storming through the party like my name was El ninio
When I'm handgun out drinking in the back of an El camino
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party cause no body came.

I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to.
attention that we crave don't tell us to behave,
I'm sick of always hearing act your age.

[Répétition] :
I don't want to waste my time
become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.

Because you don't
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.
But what would you expect with a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets it's how we were raised.
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.

[Répétition]

Don't count on me, to let you know when.
Don't count on me, I'll do it again.
Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing.
Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening.

Well I'm a no 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 the gas you be huffing.
Then if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook,
You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book.
I like songs with distortion, to drink in proportion.
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.

[Répétition]

Waste my time with them
Casualty of society.
Waste my time again,
Victim of your conformity
And back down.