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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Deryck Whibley
Deryck Whibley
Guitare
Jason McCaslin
Jason McCaslin
Basse
Steve Jocz
Steve Jocz
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Deryck Whibley
Deryck Whibley
Paroles/Composition
Steve Jocz
Steve Jocz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Deryck Whibley
Deryck Whibley
Production
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Ingénierie
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Adam Fuller
Adam Fuller
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Nathan Johns
Nathan Johns
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

One, two, three, four Well, I won't be caught living in a dead end job (job) While praying to my government, guns, and God (god) Now it's us against them We're here to represent And spit right in the face of the establishment And now I don't believe (in having faith in nothing!) Stand on my own (got no sympathy!) Wasting the youth (while being young and useless!) Speak for yourself (and don't pray for me!) Well, because we're doing fine And we don't need to be told that we're doing fine 'Cause we won't give you control And we don't need anything from you 'Cause we'll be just fine And we won't be bought and sold just like you (A call across the underclass) Calling out loud with no respect ('spect) I'm not the one, just another reject ('ject) I'm the voice to offend all those who pretend Unsung against the grain I'm here to rise against And now I'm desensitized (I state my place in nowhere!) Burning the flag (of the degeneration!) Everyone sing (the anthem of no future!) Down with the mass ('cause we're not listening!) Well, because we're doing fine And we don't need to be told that we're doing fine 'Cause we won't give you control And we don't need anything from you 'Cause we'll be just fine And we won't be bought and sold just like you (May I have your attention please) (I pledge allegiance to the underclass as your hero at large) One, two, three, four We're the saints of degeneration We don't owe anyone an explanation Fuck elitists We don't need this We're the elite of just alright And well, because we're doing fine And we don't need to be told that we're doing fine 'Cause we won't give you control And we don't need anything from you 'Cause we'll be just fine And we won't be bought and sold just like you
Writer(s): Deryck Whibley, Stephen Jocz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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