Sum 41 Skumfuk (ost Просто Мнение: Джон Картер)

Текст песни "Sum 41 — Skumfuk (ost Просто Мнение: Джон Картер)"

Take the pictures off the wall,
Erase the thoughts, forget them all,
The choice is yours to save yourself,
Or in the hands of someone else.

Ohhhh, Ohhhh

Broken thoughts and alibis,
Conscience disappears in time,
A voice is all that I can show,
That all I have is a soul.

Ohhhh, Ohhhh

Yeeeah!
Like I signed up to fail,
You're a deadbeat on parade,
With a foot in the gutter,
And the other in the grave,
You've cursed your silver spoon so black,
To die.

Well, what can I say?
I guess it's obvious you would end up this way,
When you live amongst the dead,
The best of luck,
As the one and only, Resident Skumfuk,
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, it's just for the day,
Guess your time is up!

Well, what can I say?
I guess it's obvious you would end up this way,
When you live amongst the dead,
The best of luck,
As the one and only, Resident Skumfuk
A victim or just 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 know I'll be,
I'll be alright.