Song Lyrics

One, two, three, four

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to a government, guns and gods
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, ain't got faith in nothing
Stand on my own, ain't got 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
I'm not the one just another reject
I'm the voice to offend all those who pretend
Unsung against the grain, I'm here to rise against

Now I'm desensitized, I state my place in nowhere
Burning the flag of the generation
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
F*ck 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

Deryck Whibley, Deryck Jason Whibley, Stephen Jocz, Steve Jocz