Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Count Your Last Blessings, artist - Sum 41. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Count Your Last Blessings |
| Last call for regrets and defeat |
| To finish the bottle full of empty dreams |
| Punch drunk headed and straight out of line |
| Another excuse with no alibi |
| Hitchin' 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 |
| I'm 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 it 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 say the same for dignity |
| I pissed away the best of me and |
| No one can help me |
| I'm misery's best friend |
| Dead beat on a dead-end |
| A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean |
| So feel it |
| Especially the rejects |
| A bad habit |
| Don't forget it 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 own enemy |
| I don't hear you now |
| Perfect tragedy |
| God bless us denial |
| My own enemy |
| I don't hear you now |
| Perfect tragedy |
| God bless us denial |
| I'm 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 it you better |
| Count your last blessings |
| I fell off the wagon |
| I'm chasing six feet |
| And now I'm running out of time |
| I'm 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 it you better |
| Count your last blessings |
| I fell off the wagon |
| I'm chasing six feet |
| And now I'm running out of time |