Текст песни Sum 41 - We`re all to blame
Sum 41 - We`re all to blame слова песни
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion It’s number 32 now here’s the situation If the beat moves your feet then don’t change the station Pack your bags cause we’re leaving on a permanent vacation Well, I’m a disaster A microphone master Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster It’s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resortsAbout sweating all the bi***es in the biker shorts I’m Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late Cause I’m always making time to make your girlie feel great And I’m Bizzy D from way down townI’m known to rock a mic like a king was a crown When I’m on top I’m gonna borrow that bootie Hustling deals like Mickey MacootyWhen I wake up I like a pound of baconStart off the day with my arteries shakingRock! It`s what we`re all aboutIt`s what we live forC`mon shout it outWell I bring down the house in every city we playJust from pickin` up the mic` in a usual wayWe rock and talk with a bass that`s funnyWe could even tear it up at a grade school partyWell I can keep the beat but I can`t break danceIt`s hard to look cool in crazy pantsBut I wear `em anyway even when they look whackIt`s my personal way to bring the 80`s backGave up the life of servin` burger and friesHigh cholesterol gettin` grease in my eyesI was drinkin` underage I belong on stageHello rock `n` roll goodbye minimum wageI`m teachin` you a lesson in mic` controlMakin` rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowlLucky number seven every dice I rollSum 41 to the power as the prude patrolRock! It`s what we`re all aboutIt`s what we live forC`mon shout it outWell let`s avoid confusion by makin` one thing clearThe rock we`re bringin` is gonna instill fearAnd the power we control should be reveredWe sold our soul to Satan two times last yearTake a look to the point, to the point I`m makin`We rock the ever with a show called baconAnd we get outta hand and bust up the roomJD is to blame for the Legion of Doom`Cause I`m the D-I double Z-YYou ain`t better than me, I ain`t your average guyI like to watch girls shake with a kung fu gripWell the goon platoon is on the flavor tripWe beat down London, slayed LAGot an APB on all the jams we playSo when you`re on the stage cold grabbin` your c***We release something the new kings of rock