Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening.
Well I'm a no goodnick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I don't give a shit about nothing.
You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin.
But you don't make sense from all the gas you be huffing.
Then if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing 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 have had an abortion.
1 | Complicated |
2 | Wish You Were Here |
3 | What The Hell |
4 | Sk8er Boi |
5 | Hello Kitty |
6 | Let Me Go |
7 | Here's To Never Growing Up |
8 | Happy Ending |
9 | Home |
10 | Losing Grip |