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Sum 41 - Underclass Hero - Count Your Last Blessings
Underclass Hero
01. Underclass Hero
02. Walking Disaster
03. Speak of the Devil
04. Dear Father
05. Count Your Last Blessings
06. Ma Poubelle
07. March of the Dogs
08. The Jester
09. With Me
10. Pull the Curtain
11. King of Contradiction
12. Best of Me
13. Confusion and Frustration in Modern Times
14. So Long Goodbye
15. Look at Me
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