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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deryck Whibley
Guitar
Jason McCaslin
Bass Guitar
Steve Jocz
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deryck Whibley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deryck Whibley
Producer
Doug McKean
Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Fuller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Johns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed 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
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 stay the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me
And no one can help me
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
I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
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...
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
Writer(s): Deryck Whibley
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