Green Day

Nice Guys Finish Last

Nice guys finish last

You're running out of gas

Your sympathy will get you left behind

Sometimes you're at your best

When you feel the worst

Do you feel washed up

Like piss going down the drain
Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane

I'm so fucking happy I could cry

Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you

I never knew you were such a funny guy
Oh nice guys finish last

When you are the outcast

Don't pat yourself on the back

You might break your spine
Living on command

You're shaking lots of hands

You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust

Taking what you need

Bite the hand that feeds

You lose your memory

And you get your ???


Hitchin' A Ride

Hey mister, where you headed?

Are you in a hurry?

I need a lift to happy hour

Say oh no

Do you break for distilled spirits?

I need a break as well

The well that inebriated the guilt

1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4

Cold turkey's getting stale

Tonight I'm eating a crow

Fermented salmonella poison oak

no

There's a drought at the fountain of youth

And now I'm dehydrating

My tounge is swelling up as say

1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4
Trouble times

You know I cannot lie

I'm off the wagon
And I'm hitchin' a ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth

And now I'm dehydrating

My tounge is swelling up

I say SHIT!


The Grouch

I was a young boy that had big plans

Now I'm just another shitty old man

I don't have fun and I hate everything

The world owes me

So fuck you

Glory days don't mean shit to me

I drank a six pack of apathy

Life's a bitch and so am I

The world owes me

So fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals

I had a young and optimistic point of view

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals

I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat

Oh my god, I'm turning out now like my dad

I'm always rude, I've got a bad attitude

The world owes me

So fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up

I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up

I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch

The world owes me

So fuck you


Redundant

We're living in repetition

Content in the same old shtick again

Now the routine's tourning to contention;

Like a production

Like going over and over and over roller coaster
Now I cannot speak

I lost my voice

I'm speechless and redundant

'Cause I love you's not enough

I'm lost for words

 

Choreographed and lack of passion

Prototypes of what we were

Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous

Taken for granted

Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it


Scattered

Well, I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor

Reminds me of the times we shared

Makes me wish that you were here

'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life

Well, all the songs have been erased

Guess I've learned from my mistakes

 

Open the past and present

Now and we are there

Story to tell and I am listening

Open the past and present

And the future, too

It's all I've got and I'm giving it up to you

 

Loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat

Gagging on a souvenir

Lodged to fill another year

Well, drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds

Leaving myself open wide

Living out a sacrifice

 

If you got no one

And I've got no place to go

Would it be alright?

Could it be alright?


All The Time

All the time,

Every time I need it

What's the time?

I'd say that time is right

Here's to me

Let's find another reason

Down the hatchand a bad attitude

Salud

Wasting time, wasting time

Down a bum, fuck road

And I don't know where the hell it'll go

Heirlooms and huffing fumes

And I'm picking up the pace

And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall

 

All the time

A "New Year's Resolution"

How soon that we forget

Doing time

Loving evety minute

Live it upon another let down

Salud

Promises, promises

It was all set in stone

Cross my heart and hope to die

Sugar fix, dirty tricks

And a trick question

Guess I should have read betweem the lines

 

Having the time of my life

Watching the clock tick

 

All the time

Where did all the time go?

It's too late to say goodnight

Time flies when you're having fun

Yeah, time's up when you work like a dog

Salud


Worry Rock

Another sentimental argument and bitter love

Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through a mud

Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone

The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride

 

A knocked down dragged out fight

Fat lips and open wounds

Another wasted night

And no one will take the fall

 

Where do we go from here?

And what did you do with the directions?

Promise me no dead end streets

And I'll guarantee we'll have the road


Platypus (I Hate You)

Your rise and fall, back up against the wall

What goes around is coming back and haunting you

It's time to quit 'cause you ain't worth the shit

Under my shoes or the piss on the ground

 

No one loves you and you know it

Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care

'Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you wanna hear

'Cause I hate you

 

I heard you're sick, sucked on that cancer stick

A throbbing tumor and a radiation high

Shit out of luck, and now your time is up

It brings me pleasure just to know your gonna die

 

Dickhead, fuckface

Cock smoking, mother fucking asshole

Dirty twat, waste of semen

I hope you die

Hey

 

Red eye, code blue, I'd like to strangle you

And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull

When you go down head first into the ground

I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave


Uptight

I woke up on the wrong side of the floor

Made, made my way through the front door

Broke my engagement with myself

Perfect picture of bad health

Another notch scratched on my bell

The future just ain't what it used to be

 

I got a new start on a dead end road

Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows

Owe I paid off all my debts to myself

Perfect picture of bad health

Another notch scratched on my belt

The future's in my living room

 

Uptight

I'm a nag with a gun

All night

Suicide's last call

I've been uptight all night

I'm a son of gun


Last Ride in

(Instrumental Song)


Jinx

I fucked up again

It's all my fault

So turn me around and face the wall

And read me my rights

And tell me I am wrong

Until it gets into my thick skull

 

A slap on the wrist

A stab in the back

Torture me, I've been a bad boy

Nail me to the cross

Until you have won

I lost before, I did any wrong

 

I'm hexed with regrets

And bad luck

So keep your distance 'cause it's rubbing off

Or you will be damned

To spend your life in hell

Or earth with me, tangled at your feet

You finally met your nemesis

Disguised as your fatal long lost love

So kiss it goodbye until death do we part

You fell for a jinx for crying out loud


Haushinka

Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name

I met her on the eve of my birthday

Did she know,

Did she know before she went away?

Does she know?

But it's damn too late

 

This girl has gone far away

Now she's gone

 

All I have now is a memory to date

A cheap hat and cigaretts and a peculiar name

I didn't know now,

I didn't know before she went away

I don't know

I don't know, and it's too damn late

 

Will she ever find her way?

I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I?

Yet again I'm kicking myself

And I'll be here in battle scars

Waiting for you

Waiting for you now


Walking Alone

Come togetherlike a foot in a shoe

Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth

Thinking out loud and acting in vain

Knocking over anyone that stands in my way

 

Sometimes I need to apologize

Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right

Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut or only say hello

Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone

 

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground

Yet there's really no one left

That's hanging around

Isn't that another familiar face?

Too drunk to figure out they're fading away


Reject

Who the hell are you to tell me

What I am and what's my master plan?

What makes you think that it includes you

Self-righteous wealth

Stop flattering yourself

 

'Cause when the smoke clears here I am

Your reject all-american

Sucking up your social sect

Making you a nervous wreck

To hell and back and hell again I've gone

You're not my type

Not my type

 

What's the difference between you and me?

I do what I want and you do what you're told

So listen up and shut the hell up

It ain't no big deal and I'll see you in hell

 

'Cause when the smoke clears here I am

Your reject all-american

Falling from grace right on my face

To hell and back and hell again I've gone


Take Back

You pushed me once too far again

I'd love to break your fucking teeth

I stick a knife in the center of your back

You better grow some eyes in the back of your head

I fight dirty just like your looks

Can't take

Can't take

Can't take anymore

 

Take back

Take back

Take

 

The taste of bad blood on the tip of my toungue

An eye for and eye, gun for a gun

Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine

Expect it when you're least expecting it

No loss of love

The smell of regret

Lights out

Can't take anymore

 

Shite


King For A Day

Started at the age of 4

My mother went to the grocery store

Went sneaking through her bedroom door

To find something in a size 4

 

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls

GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only

King for a day

Princess by dawn

King for a day

In a leather thong

King for a day

Princess by dawn

Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me

 

My daddy threw me in therapy

He thinks I'm not a real man

Who put the drag in the drag queen?

Don't knock it until you tried it


Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

Another turning point

A fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist

Directs you where to go

So make the best of this test

And don't ask why

It's not a question

But a lesson I learned in time

 

It's something unpredictable

But in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life

 

So take the photographs

And still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial

For what it's worth

It was worth all the while


Prosthetic Head

I see you down in the front line

Such a sight for sore eyes

You're a suicide make over

Plastic eyes, looking through a numb skull

Self effaced, what's his face

You erased yourself so shut up

You don't let up

 

You have a growth that must be treated

Like a severed severe pain in the neck

You can smell it but you can't see it

No explanation identified 'cause you don't know

You don't say

And you got no reply

 

Hey you, where did you come from?

Got a head full of lead

You're a inbred bastard son

All dressed up, red blooded Amannequin

Do or die, no reply

Don't deny that you're synthetic

You're pathetic

 

 

 

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