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Text: Sum 41. Scumfuck.

Yeeeeaaah!

Guess I don't have to feel
Your deadbeat offering
Will burn in the gutter
In the older in the grave
You've cursed your silver spoon so black
To die

Well what can I say?
Guess it's obvious you would end up this way
When you live amongst the dead
Best of luck to the one and only: resident scumfuck
A victim or just a tragedy?

I hear you talk
But I don't hear you speak
You don't make sense
Your mind is incomplete
I can't believe all the things that you say
You just can't get enough
We'll all be waiting in just for the day
Guess your time is up!

Well what can I say?
Guess it's obvious you would end up this way
When you live amongst the dead
Best of luck to the one and only: resident scumfuck
A victim or a tragedy?

All that I need
Is time for me to breathe
Dream little dreams
That only I believe
Now that I see
Beyond the light
I'm gonna be
I'll be alright