The Faster Were Falling Were Stopping and Stalling Were Running in Circles Again
All Killer No Filler Album
Artist(s): Sum 41
Cover Art
Tracklist
Introduction to Destruction
length: 0:38
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Steve Jocz
Children of the beast embrace, to scorn and hate the human race.
Consume the light that hugs the earth, and aid the womb in giving birth...to a group that will appear and guide you through this final year.
The dark armies then will come, when the Sum is 41.
Nothing on My Back
length: 3:02
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
Was happiness a fad
Or was it in the lost and found again behind the issues
It might not be so bad
We're all addicted to our tragedy
I guess it's what it had to be
[Chorus]
With nothing on my back
It's still enough to bring me down
My mind's about to crack
'cause what I thought could not be found
Matter of in fact
It's harder still when you're around
With nothing on my back
I can't help but drown
I might as well belong to both of you
And the mess you always to drag me through
That night forever always haunting me
But I guess it is what it's supposed to be
But spare your thoughts of sympathy
[Chorus]
With nothing on my back
It's still enough to bring me down
My mind's about to crack
'cause what I thought could not be found
With nothing on my back
It's still enough to bring me down
My mind's about to crack
'cause what I thought could not be found
With nothing on my back
It's still enough to bring me down
My mind's about to crack
'cause what I thought could not be found
With nothing on my back
It's still enough to bring me down
My mind's about to crack
'cause what I thought could not be found
[Chorus]
Never Wake Up
length: 0:50
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
Jump all you can
And you got out your right foot
The sooner you get out
In your hide away
I might be left dead
Side of the road
Serves a place and time
I plan on never waking up
Jump all you can
And you got out your right foot
The sooner you get out
In your hide away
I might be left dead
Get out the way
Serves a place and time
I plan on never waking up
Fat Lip
length: 2:59
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Steve Jocz, Dave Baksh
Strollin' to the party like my name is El ninio
Well I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El camino
As a kid, was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party cause no body came.
Well I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, never showing up when we had to.
Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave,
I'm sick of always hearing act your age.
I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Because you don't
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.
But what would you expect with a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets is how we were raised.
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised
Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offense then,
It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn.
I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.
I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Don't count on me, to let you know when.
Don't count on me, I'll do it again.
Don't count on me, it's the point you're missing.
Don't count on me, cause I'm not listening.
Well I'm a no goodick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I don't give a **** about nothing.
You be standing on the corner talking all that kufuffin.
But you won't make any sense from all the gas you'll be huffing.
And if the egg don't stain you'll be ringing off the hook,
You're on the hit list wanted in the telephone book.
I like songs with distortion, drinkin' in proportion.
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion.
I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
Waste my time with a
Casualty of society.
Waste my time with a
Victim of your conformity
And back down.
Rhythms
length: 2:59
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Greig Nori, Deryck Whibley
Mad in a way but I don't say
It's what you're used to
I got the words but can't convey
I know you'll turn it all around
'cause that's the rhythms that you go through
Get it back and you're not obliged to say
Not intact but you're better off anyway
Somehow it's never up to me
What if I would say
Simple words I can't relate
I don't place upon your view
It's the rhythms that you go through
I know what I want
You just take me through the motions
I know what I want
And that's more than you can say
Since you found me out
Since you found me out
Since you found me out
Since you found me out
Your story still remains
It's so unlike still you stay the same
And all the while you're counting in your day to come
But nothing ever told you
You would say that it's only for a day
Yesterday's last week tomorrow's on it's way
And I'm falling faster all the time
What if I would say
Simple words I can't relate
What came easy is not too late
And it was always standing right infront of me
I know what I want
You just take me through the motions
I know what I want
And that's more than you can say
ALl the time you thought worth saving
You still end up with memories fading
After all that you wouldn't do
It makes no sense
But it's that rhythms that you go through
I know what I want
You just take me through the motions
I know what I want
And that's more than you can say
I know what I want
You take me through the motions
I know what I want
And that's more than you can say
Since you found me out
Since you found me out
Since you found me out
Since you found me out
Motivation
length: 2:50
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
background vocals: Greig Nori
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
What's the point of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small.
Maybe it's just something I can't admit,
But lately I feel like I don't give a ****.
[Chorus]
Motivation such an aggravation
Accusations don't know how to take them
Inspiration getting hard to fake it
Concentration never hard to break it
Situation never what you want it to be
What's the point of never making mistakes
Self-indulgence's such a hard habit to break
It's all just a waste of time in the end
Don't care, so why should I even pretend?
[Chorus: x2]
Never what you want it to be,
Never what you want it to be
In Too Deep
length: 3:28
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
background vocals: Greig Nori
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
The faster we're falling,
We're stopping and stalling.
We're running in circles again
Just as things we're looking up
You said it wasn't good enough.
But still we're trying one more time.
Maybe we're just trying to hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far
[Chorus]
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under.
Seems like each time
I'm with you I loose my mind,
Because I'm bending over backwards to relate.
It's one thing to complain
But when you're driving me insane
Well then I think it's time that we took a break.
Maybe we're just trying to hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far
[Chorus]
Instead of going under.
I can't sit back and wonder why.
It took so long for this to die.
And I hate it when you fake it.
You can't hide it you might as well embrace it.
So believe me it's not easy.
It seems that something's telling me,
[Chorus]
Instead of going under.
Instead of going under again.
Instead of going under.
Instead of going under again.
Instead of going under again.
Summer
length: 2:50
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time
Somewhere ahead is the back of the time
I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say
Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame
You maybe different but I'm still the same
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught
You say things are simple but we both know they're not
You can't let it go
Whoa
You can't but I know
Whoa, whoa you don't even know
It's not in what you do, more in what you say
A million questions asked the remnants of the past
You've always been denied, but always by your side
I've always tried to, to understand you
The worlds not learning from you
Whoa, whoa
It's not in what you do, more in what you say
Handle This
length: 3:38
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
additional guitar: Greig Nori
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
You said it once before
You don't do those things you used to anymore,
You say in doubt, we're fading out
Forgetting who we used to be.
[Chorus]
Cause I will bring you down,
I don't want to miss, I don't think you can handle this,
You've lost what you can't find, never what you had in mind.
You take it with a smile, it's so easy when you're always in denial,
Just in time, but out of line,
I can't make all the same mistakes you want me to.
[Chorus]
You're giving up, you know it's not what you need,
And it's true what your going through, try so hard not to listen to, everything I never say.
[Chorus]
I'm getting over, getting use to, and after all that I put you through, now I see,
I'm not the only one,
Never thought it would ever come to, this in fact was never what you wanted from me,
Or how you meant it to be
Crazy Amanda Bunkface
length: 2:16
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
Don't know what you really got.
It's hard to stay and not pretend.
You can't make sense in what you thought.
It seems I can't comprehend.
Well I'm happy to be, only all that you see.
And I'm not one to learn to be the same.
I don't want to hear you ***** no more.
I was better off a year before.
No matter how I try I can't ignore.
Every time I think my brain gets sore
When I'm with you.
What's so hard about good-byes?
I'm sorry I'm just not as keen
On planning out our perfect lives
When I'm only 19.
I'm happy to be only all that you see.
And I'm not one to learn to be the same.
I don't want to try and just be friends
Nothing's change my mind again
If ever there were thoughts I had they're dead.
I can't even think inside my head,
When I'm with you
I'm on my way, can't you see that's the truth.
So long, can't stay,can't you see that's the truth.
I'm on my way,can't you see that's the truth.
So long, can't stay, can't you see that's,
See that's the, see that's the
Last that I could take.
Because it's getting really hard to fake.
It's not like it's my problem that you're late.
But can't you just spare the lies I hate?
When I'm with you
All She's Got
length: 2:22
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
This place reminds me of,
A time that's way too old.
These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold.
But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending
It's true I thought you knew.
[Chorus]
Believe her, it's all she's got to pass the time
Believe her, it's over now she's passed her prime.
Believe her, it's all she's got to keep things right
Believe her it's all she's got it's all she's got.
It's all she's got, it's all she's got.
These days keep getting worse I'm wasting all my time.
I thought I'd come in first, instead I fell behind.
I don't know, I don't know if I can keep this up to long.
It seems most every time my motives are all wrong
But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending
It's true I thought you knew.
[Chorus]
It's times like this, but time's run out
It's times like this, but time's run out
It's times like this, but time's run out
It's times like this, I want to,
[Chorus]
Heart Attack
length: 2:49
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
writer: Deryck Whibley, Greig Nori
Remember when there was nothing else to do
But to lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you and no one else
Early mornings, made by warnings, what's the point of the alarm that I'm ignoring
It's either raining, I'm not complaining, but waking up is hard to do
Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay
Can't be bothered by the phone tem times a day
Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two
Forget reality, waking up is hard to do
Remember when we would hang out everyday
And we would rather not be told what to do or what to say 'cause nothing mattered
Never boring with slept in mornings
Not ashamed of bad habits that I'm forming
It's not important if days are shortened
I can't make time when nothing's new
Cause waking up is hard to do
Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay
Can't be bothered by the phone them times a day
Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two
Forget reality, waking up is hard to do
What's a day when it all ends up the same, and lasts forever
Can't complain when there's nothing there to blame, and things can't be better
Summer evenings, teenage grievings
Got no problem with the life that I've been leading
No concentration on hesitation, I can't make time when nothing's new
'cause waking up is hard to do
Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay
Can't be bothered by the phone ten times a day
Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two
Forget reality, waking up is hard to do
Pain for Pleasure
length: 1:43
producer: Jerry Finn
mixer: Tom Lord‐Alge
engineer: Joe McGrath
additional guitar: Greig Nori
writer: Jason McCaslin, Steve Jocz, Dave Baksh, Deryck Whibley
The seas have parted,
the endings started,
the sky has turned to black.
A killing spree through eternity,
the devil stabs you in the back,
It's midnight now you must escape somehow,
torture is his leisure,
don't try to hide he'll make you subside,
as he exchanges pain for pleasure,
[Chorus]
Pain for pleasure, he's the hunter you're the game,
Pain for pleasure, Satan is his name!"
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