Fat Lip

E
Storming through the party like my 
name was El Ninio
A
When I'm hangin' out drinking in the
 back of an El Camino
E
As a kid, I was a skid and no one 
knew me by name.
A
I trashed my own house party cause 
nobody came.

(Pré Chorus) Abafado
E
I know I'm not the one you thought 
you knew back in high school
C#m                             A
Never going, ever showing up when we
 had to.
E
Is it attention that we crave don't 
tell us to behave,
C#m                           A
I'm sick of always hearing act your 
age.

(Chorus) "Power chord"
E                    B
I don't want to waste my time
   C#m                   A
And become another casualty of 
society.
E                     B
I'll never fall in line
    C#m                   A
Become another victim of your 
conformity
And back down.

(Verse)
Because you don't
E
Know us at all we laugh when old 
people fall.
A
But what would you expect with a 
conscience so small.
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E
Heavy metal and mullets it's how we 
were raised.
A
Maiden and priest were the gods that
 we praised

(Pré Chorus)
E
Cause we like having fun at other 
peoples expense and,
C#m                               
Cutting people down is just a 
          A
minor offence then,
E
It's none of your concern, I guess 
I'll never learn.
C#m                             
I'm sick of being told to wait my 
   A
turn.

(Chorus) "Power chord"
E                    B
I don't want to waste my time
   C#m                   A
And become another casualty of 
society.
E                     B
I'll never fall in line
    C#m                   A
Become another victim of your 
conformity
And back down.

(DEDILHADO)
E      B       C#m               
Don't count on me, to let you know 
  A
when.
E      B       C#m                 A
Don't count on me, I'll do it again.
E      B       C#m               
Don't count on me, it's the point 
  A
you're missing.
E      B       C#m               
Don't count on me, cause I'm not 
  A
listening.

E
Well I'm a no-goodnick lower middle 
class brat,
A
Back packed and I don't give a shit 
about nothing.
E
You be standing on the corner 
talking all that kufuffin.
A
But you don't make sense from all 
the gas you be huffing.
E
Then if the egg don't stain you'll 
be ringing off the hook,
A
You're on the hit list wanted in the
 telephone book.
E
I like songs with distortion, to 
drink in proportion.
A
The doctor said my mom should have 
had an abortion.

(Chorus) "Power chord"
E                    B
I don't want to waste my time
   C#m                   A
And become another casualty of 
society.
E                     B
I'll never fall in line
    C#m                   A
Become another victim of your 
conformity
And back down.
E           B
Waste my time with them
C#m         A
Casualty of society.
E          B
Waste my time again,
C#m          A
Victim of your conformity
And back down.