Fat Lip (Video Version)

[Part I: What We're All About] [Verse: Steve Jocz, Deryck Whibley, Dave Baksh] Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion It's number 32, now here's the situation If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station Pack your bags, 'cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation Well, I'm a disaster, a microphone master Put on a tape, I'll rock your ghetto blaster It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts [Part II: Fat Lip] [Verse 1: Steve Jocz, Deryck Whibley, Dave Baksh, All] Stormin' through the party like my name was El Niño When I'm hangin' out drinkin' in the back of an El Camino As a kid, was a skid, and no one knew me by name Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came [Pre-Chorus: Deryck Whibley] Well, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school Never goin', never showin' up when we had to Attention that we crave, don't tell us to behave I'm sick of always hearin' "act your age" [Chorus: Deryck Whibley] I don't wanna waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity and back down [Verse 2: Steve Jocz, Deryck Whibley, Dave Baksh, All] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Deryck Whibley] 'Cause we like havin' fun at other people's expense, and Cuttin' people down is just a minor offense, then It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn I'm sick of being told to wait my turn [Chorus: Deryck Whibley] I don't wanna waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity and back down [Bridge: Deryck Whibley] 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 missin' Don't count on me 'Cause I'm not listenin' [Breakdown: Steve Jocz, Deryck Whibley, Dave Baksh] Well, I'm a no-goodnick lower middle class brat Back-packed, and I don't give a shit about nothin' You be standin' on the corner talkin' all that kufuffin But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffin' 'Cause if the egg don't stain, you'll be ringin' 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've had an abortion [Chorus: Deryck Whibley] I don't wanna waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity and back down [Outro: Deryck Whibley] (Waste my time with them) Casualty of society (Waste my time with them) Victim of your conformity and back down [Part III: Pain For Pleasure] [Instrumental Intro] [Verse: Steve Jocz] The seas have parted and the ending's started The sky has turned to black A killing spree through eternity The devil stabs you in the back It's midnight now, you must escape somehow Torture is his leisure Don't try to hide, he'll make you subside As he exchanges pain for pleasure [Chorus: Steve Jocz, Dave Baksh] Pain for pleasure (He's the hunter, you're the game) Pain for pleasure (Satan is his name!) [Outro: Dave Baksh] Look out!