[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!