| Song | Fuck The Rest |
| Artist | Falling In Reverse |
| Album | Fashionably Late |
| Charlie, what are you barking at? Charlie, I'm trying to sing a song, you gotta go. Charlie, go. Ahem. | |
| My mind is like a puzzle or a Rubik's Cube | |
| But figuring me out is something that you shouldn't do. | |
| Because my thoughts are locked inside a padded room | |
| And if these padded walls could talk I'd surely be doomed. | |
| Let's go. | |
| Well, trouble's what they told me since the day I was born. | |
| Evil's what they stamped upon my hospital forms. | |
| I tried to choke my mom with my umbilical cord. | |
| The doctor was too busy amputating my horns. | |
| So the devil and the Lord both keep waging a war, | |
| Pulling me in opposite directions—I'm torn. | |
| A change of course, a deadly force, a terrible storm, | |
| Kicking down the devil's door to settle the score. | |
| It's over, I'm older, I'm alive, I'm sober. | |
| Believe me, I'm living, I'm happy, I'm winning. | |
| Faster, faster, I am on my way. | |
| Straight up. | |
| This disaster I can truly say, saved us. | |
| And I know in my heart if you reach for the stars | |
| All the things that you dream will indeed take you far. | |
| So just hope for the best, | |
| And just say, "Fuck the rest." | |
| Well, I should've been aborted when they had the chance. | |
| 'Cause now I'm spilling venom in the ears of the class. | |
| And all the high school kids are sick of being told to relax (fuck off). | |
| The crazier the kid, the tighter his pants. | |
| Yeah, I'll start a revolution bringing Gothic back, | |
| Got them marching like an army wearing black-on-black. | |
| Out of a thousand of these motherfucking copy cats, | |
| None of them can do it quite like I can. | |
| It's over, I'm older, I'm alive, I'm sober. | |
| Believe me, I'm living, I'm happy, I'm winning. | |
| Faster, faster, I am on my way. | |
| Straight up. | |
| This disaster I can truly say, saved us. | |
| And I know in my heart if you reach for the stars | |
| All the things that you dream will indeed take you far. | |
| So just hope for the best, | |
| And just say, "Fuck the rest." | |
| I'm so tired of being sick, I'm so sick of being tired. | |
| This is for everyone out there who feels like they've had enough. | |
| This song is for you, and your mother too. | |
| "You'll never win," they said, | |
| "So stop while you're ahead." | |
| And music is my love and passion's in my blood. | |
| So say what you will, 'cause I just don't give a fuck. | |
| So get the fuck up, go. | |
| Faster, faster, I am on my way. | |
| Straight up. | |
| This disaster I can truly say, saved us. | |
| And I know in my heart if you reach for the stars | |
| All the things that you dream will indeed take you far. | |
| So let's hope for the best, | |
| And just say, "Fuck the rest.". | |
| And just say, "Fuck the rest." | |
| And just say, "Fuck the rest." | |
| Charlie! Charlie, what are you barking for? | |
| Charlie bit my finger. | |
| Ow, Charlie. |
| Charlie, what are you barking at? Charlie, I' m trying to sing a song, you gotta go. Charlie, go. Ahem. | |
| My mind is like a puzzle or a Rubik' s Cube | |
| But figuring me out is something that you shouldn' t do. | |
| Because my thoughts are locked inside a padded room | |
| And if these padded walls could talk I' d surely be doomed. | |
| Let' s go. | |
| Well, trouble' s what they told me since the day I was born. | |
| Evil' s what they stamped upon my hospital forms. | |
| I tried to choke my mom with my umbilical cord. | |
| The doctor was too busy amputating my horns. | |
| So the devil and the Lord both keep waging a war, | |
| Pulling me in opposite directions I' m torn. | |
| A change of course, a deadly force, a terrible storm, | |
| Kicking down the devil' s door to settle the score. | |
| It' s over, I' m older, I' m alive, I' m sober. | |
| Believe me, I' m living, I' m happy, I' m winning. | |
| Faster, faster, I am on my way. | |
| Straight up. | |
| This disaster I can truly say, saved us. | |
| And I know in my heart if you reach for the stars | |
| All the things that you dream will indeed take you far. | |
| So just hope for the best, | |
| And just say, " Fuck the rest." | |
| Well, I should' ve been aborted when they had the chance. | |
| ' Cause now I' m spilling venom in the ears of the class. | |
| And all the high school kids are sick of being told to relax fuck off. | |
| The crazier the kid, the tighter his pants. | |
| Yeah, I' ll start a revolution bringing Gothic back, | |
| Got them marching like an army wearing blackonblack. | |
| Out of a thousand of these motherfucking copy cats, | |
| None of them can do it quite like I can. | |
| It' s over, I' m older, I' m alive, I' m sober. | |
| Believe me, I' m living, I' m happy, I' m winning. | |
| Faster, faster, I am on my way. | |
| Straight up. | |
| This disaster I can truly say, saved us. | |
| And I know in my heart if you reach for the stars | |
| All the things that you dream will indeed take you far. | |
| So just hope for the best, | |
| And just say, " Fuck the rest." | |
| I' m so tired of being sick, I' m so sick of being tired. | |
| This is for everyone out there who feels like they' ve had enough. | |
| This song is for you, and your mother too. | |
| " You' ll never win," they said, | |
| " So stop while you' re ahead." | |
| And music is my love and passion' s in my blood. | |
| So say what you will, ' cause I just don' t give a fuck. | |
| So get the fuck up, go. | |
| Faster, faster, I am on my way. | |
| Straight up. | |
| This disaster I can truly say, saved us. | |
| And I know in my heart if you reach for the stars | |
| All the things that you dream will indeed take you far. | |
| So let' s hope for the best, | |
| And just say, " Fuck the rest.". | |
| And just say, " Fuck the rest." | |
| And just say, " Fuck the rest." | |
| Charlie! Charlie, what are you barking for? | |
| Charlie bit my finger. | |
| Ow, Charlie. |