Paroles de Count Your Last Blessings
Sum 41
Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch strong head that was straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitching on the road of decline
With no name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
My hands are tied
And nailed to the cross
I'm looking for all the composure I lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster-child vision of wasted youth
I dodged the book and found the key
I can't say the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
Interprète
Sum 41
Adaptateur
Deryck Jason Whibley
Auteur
Deryck Jason Whibley
Éditeur
Emi Music Publishing France
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To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch strong head that was straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitching on the road of decline
With no name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
My hands are tied
And nailed to the cross
I'm looking for all the composure I lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster-child vision of wasted youth
I dodged the book and found the key
I can't say the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
Interprète
Sum 41
Adaptateur
Deryck Jason Whibley
Auteur
Deryck Jason Whibley
Éditeur
Emi Music Publishing France
PAROLES OFFICIELLES 100% LEGALES