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Green Day - Dookie Lyrics
Burnout
I declare I don't care no more
I'm burning up and out and growing BORED
In my smoked out BORING room
My hair is shagging in my eyes
Dragging my feet to hit the street tonight
To drive along these shit town lights
I'm not growing up
I'm just burning out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the DEAD
A pathy has rained on me
Now I'm feeling like a soggy dream
So close to drowning but I DON'T MIND
I've lived inside this mental cave
Throw my emotions in the grave
HELL,who needs them anyway
I'm not growing up
I'm just burning out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the DEAD
[Repeat many times]
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, TRE COOL, MIKE DIRNT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Having A Blast
I'm taking all you down with me
Explosives duct taped to my spine
Nothings gonna change my mind
I won't listen to anyone's last words
There's nothing left for you to say
Soon you'll be dead anyway
No one here is getting out alive
This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care
So close your eyes
And kiss yourself goodbye
And think about the times you spent and what they've ment
To me its nothing...
I'm losing all my happiness
The happiness YOU pinned on me
Loneliness still comforts me
My anger DWELLS inside of me
I'm taking it all out on you
And all the shit you put me through
No one here is getting out alive
This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care
So close your eyes
And kiss yourself goodbye
And think about the times you spent and what they've ment
To me its nothing...
Do you ever thing back to another time?
Does it bring you so down that you thought you lost you're mind?
Do you ever want to lead a long trail of destruction
And mow down any BULLSHIT that comfronts you?
Do you ever build up all the small things in your head?
To make one problem that adds up to NOTHING
To me its nothing...
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Chump
I don't know you
But,I think I HATE you
You're the reason for my misery
Strange how you've become
my biggest enemy
And I've never even seen your face
Maybe it's just jealousy
Mixing up with a VIOLENT mind
A circumstance that doesn't make much SENSE
Or maybe I'm just DUMB
You're the cloud hanging out over my head
Hail comes crashing down
welting my face
MAGIC MAN,EGOCENTRIC PLASTIC MAN
Yet you still get one over on me
Maybe it's just jealousy
Mixing up with a VIOLENT mind
A circumstance that doesn't make much SENSE
Or maybe I'm just DUMB
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Longview
I sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on
I change the channels for an hour or two
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I'm sick of all the same old shit
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm f*cking lazy
Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind
And I smell like shit
Peel me off this Velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a dog in heat
Barred indoors from the summer street
I locked the door to my own cell
And I lost the key
Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind
And I smell like shit
I got no motivation
Where is my motivation?
No time for motivation
Smoking my inspiration
I sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
Call me pathetic, call me what you will (we will)
My mother says to get a job
But she don't like the one she's got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're f*cking lonely
Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind
And loneliness has to suffice
Bite my lip and close my eyes
I'm slipping away to paradise
Some say quit or I'll go blind
But it's just a myth
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E. III Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Welcome to Paradise
Dear mother can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks
Since that I've left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
'Cause now it seems that I am out there on my own
And I'm feeling so alone
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
Dear mother, can you hear me laughing?
It's been six whole months since that
I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise, oh paradise
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Wright, Mike Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pulling Teeth
I'm all busted up
Broken bones and nasty cuts
ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN
But this time I can't get up
She comes to check on me
MAKING sure I'm on my knees
After all she's the one
Who put me in this STATE
Is she ULTRA-VIOLENT?
Is she DISTURBED?
I better tell her that I LOVE her
Before she does it all over again
OH GOD,SHE'S KILLING ME!!!
For now I'll lie around
HELL, that's all I can really do
She takes good care of me
Just keep saying my LOVE is TRUE
Is she ULTRA-VIOLENT?
Is she DISTURBED?
I better tell her that I LOVE her
Before she does it all over again
OH GOD,SHE'S KILLING ME!!!
Looking out my window for
Someone that's passing by
No one knows I'm LOCKED in here
All I do is cry
For now I'll lie around
HELL, that's all I can really do
She takes good care of me
Just keep saying my LOVE is TRUE
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Basket Case
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ooh, ooh)
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned?
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E III Wright, Michael Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
She
She...
She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
We...
Wait for a sign
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
She...
She's figured out
All her doubts were someone else's point of view
We...
Walking up this time
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
EHHHHHH,AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, MICHAEL PRITCHARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Sassafras Roots
Roaming 'round your house
WASTING YOUR TIME
No obligation,just
WASTING YOUR TIME
So why are you alone?
WASTING YOUR TIME
When you could be with me
WASTING YOUR TIME
Well,I'm a WASTE like you
With nothing else to do
May I WASTE your time too?
Warding off regrets
WASTING YOUR TIME
Smoking cigarettes
WASTING YOUR TIME
I'm just a PARASITE
WASTING YOUR TIME
APPLYING myself to
WASTING YOUR TIME
Well,I'm a WASTE like you
With nothing else to do
May I WASTE your time too?
So why are you alone?
WASTING YOUR TIME
When you could be with me
WASTING YOUR TIME
Well,I'm a WASTE like you
With nothing else to do
May I WASTE your time too?
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
When I Come Around
I heard you crying loud, all the way across town
'Cause you been searching for that someone
And it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Well, don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
Sleazin' my back yard so don't get
So uptight you been thinking about ditching me
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
Well, I heard it all before, so don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
To try and slag me down because I know you're right
So go do what you like, make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
Was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just not right
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Coming Clean
Seventeen and strung out on confusion
Trapped inside a roll of disillusion
I found out what it takes to be a man
Well,Mom and Dad will never understand
Secrets collecting dust but never forget
SKELETONS come to LIFE in my closet
I found out what it takes to be a man
Well,Mom and Dad will never understand
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME
Seventeen and COMING CLEAN for the first time
I finally figured out myself for the first time
I found out what it takes to be a man
Mom and Dad will never understand
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Emenius Sleepus
I saw my friend the other day and I don't know
Exactly just what he became
It goes to show
It wasn't long ago
I was just like you
And now I think I'm sick and I wanna go home
How have I been,how have you been
It's been so long
What have you done with all your time
And what went wrong
I knew you back when
And you ... you knew me
And now I think I'm sick and I wanna go home
Anybody ever say no?
Ever tell you that you weren't right?
Where did all the little kid go?
Did you lose it in a hateful fight?
And you know it's true
It wasn't long ago
I was just like you
And now I think I'm sick and I wanna go home
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
In The End
All brawn and no brains
And all those nice things
You FINALLY got what you want
Someone to look good with
AND light your cigarette
Is this what you really want?
I figured out what you're all about
And I don't think I like what I see
SOOOOO ...
I HOPE I won't be there in the end
if you come around.
How long will he last
Before he's a CREEP in the past
And you're alone once again?
Will you pop up AGAIN and be my
"SPECIAL FRIEND" 'till the end?
And when will that be?
I figured out what you're all about
And I don't think I like what I see
SOOOOO ...
I HOPE I won't be there in the end
if you come around.
I figured out what you're all about
And I don't think I like what I see
SOOOOO ...
I HOPE I won't be there in the end
if you come around.
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
F.O.D.
Something's on my mind
It's been for quite some time
This time I'm on to you
So where's the other face?
The face I heard before
Your head trip's boring me
Let's nuke the bridge we torched
2,000 times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell
I've had this burning in my guts now
for so long
My belly's aching now to say
Stuck down in a rut of dislogic and smut
A side of you well hid
When it's all said and done
it's real and it's been fun
But was it all REAL fun
Let's nuke the bridge we torched
2,000 times before
This time we'll blast it all to hell
I've felt this burning in my guts now
for so long
My belly's aching now to say
To say...
You're just... a f*ck,
I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck.
I'm take-
-in pride
In telling you to f*ck off and die.
I've had this burning in my guts now
for so long
My belly's aching now to say
I'm taking pleasure in the doubts
I've passed to you
So listen up as you bite thisssss...
You're just... a f*ck,
I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck.
I'm take-
-in pride
In telling you to f*ck off and die.
Goood niiiiiiiiight....
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E. III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
