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Green Day - Father of All Motherf*ckers Album Lyrics

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Green Day - Father of All Motherf*ckers Lyrics






Father of All...

I woke up to a message of love
Choking up on the smoke from above
I'm obsessed with the poison and us
What a mess? Because there's no one to trust

Huh uh, come on, honey
Huh uh, count your money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
There's a riot living inside of us

I got paranoia, baby
And it's so hysterical
Crackin' up under the pressure
Looking for a miracle
Huh uh, come on, honey
Lyin' in a bed of blood and money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Uh huh, yeah

I'm impressed with the presence of none
I'm possessed from the heat of the sun
Hurry up 'cause I'm making a fuss
Fingers up 'cause there's no one to trust

Huh uh, come on, honey
Huh uh, count your money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
There's a riot living inside of us

I got paranoia, baby
And it's so hysterical
Crackin' up under the pressure
Looking for a miracle
Huh uh, come on, honey
Lyin' in a bed of blood and money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us

Huh uh, come on, honey
Lying in a bed of blood and money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Huh uh, come on, honey
Lying in a bed of blood and money
Huh uh, what's so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Uh huh, yeah
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Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright Iii, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Fire Ready Aim

Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Kick the dog when the whistle blows
Well you're a liar (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Feed the creeps with a stick and bone
You're a liar (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Baby got the hyperbole (ah ah ah ah)
Baby got the hyperbole (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Kick the dog when the whistle blows
Well you're a liar (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Rip it up on retribution
Turn it up sideways (ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Ready aim fire, fire ready aim
Ready aim fire, fire ready aim

Stick a hammer in your mouth
You're a liar (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Knock your teeth out to the ground
You're a liar (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Baby got the hyperbole (ah ah ah ah)
Baby got the hyperbole (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Knock your teeth out to the ground
You're a liar (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Rip it up on retribution
Turn it up sideways (ah ah ah ah ah ah)

Ready aim fire, fire ready aim
Ready aim fire, fire ready aim

(Oh oh oh oh oh)

Ready aim fire, fire ready aim
Ready aim fire, fire ready aim
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Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank Edwin Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Oh Yeah!

(Yeah I got it)

I'm in the crowd full of angels and demons
I'm looking out for the jingoes and heathens
Nobody move and nobody gonna get hurt
Reach for the sky with your face in the dirt

Everybody is a star
Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low
Everybody got a scar
Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Do we want it? Do, do we want it?)
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I got blood on my hands in my pockets
That's what you get turning bullets into rockets
I am a kid of a bad education
The shooting star of a lowered expectation

Everybody is a star
Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low
Everybody got a scar
Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Do we want it? Do, do we want it?)
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I'm just a face in the crowd of spectators
Do the sound of the voice of the traitor
Dirty looks and I'm looking for a payback
Burning books in a bulletproof backpack

Everybody is a star
Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low
Everybody got a scar
Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Do we want it? Do, do we want it?)
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Do we want it? Do, do we want it?) (Everybody is a star)
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star)
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Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E. Wright III, Gary Glitter, Michael Ryan Pritchard, Mike Leander
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Meet Me on the Roof

I'm crawling on the dance floor (dance floor)

I think I lost my phone

Feeling like a toothache (toothache)

My face is going numb

I beg a thousand pardons

All my friends are crazy

Hanging from a window (window)

And all you gotta do is jump



Come meet me on the roof tonight girl

Oh, oh, oh, oh

How high is your low gonna go girl?

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Come meet me on the roof tonight

Oh, oh, oh, oh

How high is your low gonna go girl?



I'm hanging with the cholos (cholo)

Cruising down the strip

Sleeping with a pillow

(Don't wake me up, don't wake me up)

Waking up in spit

I'm taking drowning lessons

Secret words and true confessionals

(Confessionals)

And now the worst is yet to come



Come meet me on the roof tonight girl

Oh, oh, oh, oh

How high is your low gonna go girl?

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Come meet me on the roof tonight

Oh, oh, oh, oh

How high is your low gonna go girl?



So meet me where the good times go, ooh-ooh

How high is your low? As far as I can go



Come meet me on the roof tonight girl

Oh, oh, oh, oh

How high is your low gonna go girl?

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Come meet me on the roof tonight

Oh, oh, oh, oh

How high is your low gonna go girl?
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Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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I Was a Teenage Teenager

I don't want to freak you out but I cannot lie
I don't want to freak you out but I cannot lie
So who's holding the drugs?
Who's holding the drugs?
I don't want to freak you out, but I cannot lie

I was a teenage teenager full of piss and vinegar
Living like a prisoner for haters
I was a teenage teenager, I am an alien visitor
My life's a mess and school is just for suckers

I don't want to freak you out but I cannot lie
I don't want to freak you out but I cannot lie
So who's holding the drugs?
Who's holding the drugs?
I don't want to freak you out, but I cannot lie

I was a teenage teenager full of piss and vinegar
Living like a prisoner for haters
I was a teenage teenager, I am an alien visitor
My life's a mess and school is just for suckers

I was a teenage teenager full of piss and vinegar
Living like a prisoner for haters
(I was a teenager)
I was a teenage teenager, I am an alien visitor
My life's a mess and school is just for suckers
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Writer: Billy Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Stab You in the Heart

Baby infidel in a dirty magazine
telling dirty lies, everybody can see
Kick it in the head
And now I wanna see you dead
With a switchblade edge to the chest

I wanna stab you in the heart
I wanna stab you in the heart
Right in the bloody bloody heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh

For Heaven's sake
You're just a fake
And you know it ain't right

Pictures don't lie when you're front-page news
Dagger to the heart coming down on you

I wanna stab you in the heart
I wanna stab you in the heart
Right in the bloody bloody heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh

For Heaven's sake
You're just a fake
Girl you know it ain't right

Daggers in my eyes and rusty tambourine
Gimme my stiletto gonna do some surgery
Right to the heart

(In the bloody, oh in the bloody)
I wanna stab you in the heart
(In the bloody, oh in the bloody)
I wanna stab you in the heart
(In the bloody, oh in the bloody)
Ooh, ooh, ooh

For Heaven's sake
You're just a fake
And you know it ain't right
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Writer: Billy Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Sugar Youth

What are the symptoms of our happiness and Civil War?
Mano y mano in stereo without a cure
I've got a fever a non-believer and it's killing me
Like a high school loser
That will never ever, ever, ever f*ck the prom queen

I got the shakes and I'm on fire
I got a feeling and it's dangerous
I'm gonna dance to something wild
I got a feeling and I need a rush
All hell is breaking loose and Heaven only knows

I don't wanna be a Romeo
I don't wanna be a Romeo
I don't wanna be a Romeo, no

I'm hearing voices up inside my head
(Oh what you thinkin'?)
I need a sugar fix it's making me sick
(Oh what you drinkin'?)
I wanna drink all the poison in the water
I wanna choke like a dog that's on a collar
I am the child of coyote and bandito
I'm drinking Whiskey by the river doing Yeyo

I got the shakes and I'm on fire
I got a feeling and it's dangerous
I'm gonna dance to something wild
I got a feeling and I need a rush
All hell is breaking loose and Heaven only knows

I don't wanna be a Romeo
I don't wanna be a Romeo
I don't wanna be a Romeo, no
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Writer: Billy Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Junkies on a High

My mama said to me
"You're gonna have your enemies"
"Don't beg, don't follow"
I've heard it all before
I smashed my fingers in the door
My downward spiral, oh yeah

Rock 'n' roll tragedy
I think the next one could be me
Heaven's my rival
I sing in revelry
I got my own conspiracies
What hides in shadows? Oh yeah

Junkies on a high
Get back, lay down, go low
Subdivision smile
Drink it in, dumb it down, suck it up

As we watch the world burn
As we watch the world burn

I'm not a soldier, this ain't no new world order
My path don't follow
My name is nobody
My pride is my pornography
Kool-aid's my motto, "Oh yeah!"

Junkies on a high
Get back, lay down, go low
Subdivision smile
Drink it in, dumb it down, suck it up

As we watch the world burn (junkies on a high)
As we watch the world burn (junkies on a high)
Oh yeah, burn (junkies on a high)
As we watch the world burn (junkies on a high)
Oh yeah
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Writer: Billy Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Take the Money and Crawl

High on a low life
Hit me with a dull knife
Sweet sour sickness
Can I get a witness?

This is the wild life I'm gonna take a dive
Take the money and crawl
Do I dare say, "Please" when I'm on my knees?
Take the money and crawl

Illegal tender
Going on a bender
Cold-blooded killers
Of all motherf*ckers

I'm a nervous wreck enough to make you sick
Take the money and crawl
Oh yeah it's just my luck but I don't give a f*ck
Take the money and crawl

This is the wild life I'm gonna take a dive
Take the money and crawl
Do I dare say, "Please" when I'm on my knees?
Take the money and crawl

So you can take a walk or you can suck my cock
Take the money and crawl
Oh yeah it's just my luck but I don't give a f*ck
Take the money and crawl
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Writer: Billy Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Graffitia

Another one down at the mining town (whoa, oh)
Breakin' it down for the lame wager
Callin' the shots from the capital (whoa, oh)
All that we got was the banks of hope

Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?

This city isn't big enough for dreamers
We were all believers
It's the perfect crime
(Only the lonely and wasted)

Another black kid was shot in town (whoa, oh)
A man with the badge and a daytime show
Darkness falls on Graffitia (whoa, oh)
Death of a town in the afterglow

Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?

All souls go to Heaven in Graffitia
Singing Hallelujah
It's the perfect crime
(Only the lonely and wasted)
If we're goin' down for a good time
Life during war time
It's the perfect crime
(Only the lonely and wasted)

Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?

Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?

Another one down at the mining town
(Are we the last forgotten?)
Callin' the shots from the capital
(Are we the last forgotten?)
Another one down at the mining town
(Are we the last forgotten?)
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Writer: Billy Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Father of All Motherfu*kers (also known by the censored title Father of All... or Father of All M***********s) is the thirteenth studio album by the American rock band Green Day, released on February 7, 2020, through Reprise Records. Produced by Butch Walker, Chris Dugan, and the band, the album marks a complete departure from the band's traditional punk rock sound, incorporating garage rock elements similar to their tenth studio album, ¡Dos! (2012).

The album was preceded by three singles: "Father of All...", "Fire, Ready, Aim" and "Oh Yeah!". It debuted atop the UK Albums Chart and Australian ARIA Albums Chart, among others. Despite chart success, the album received polarized reviews from critics and negative reviews from the band's fanbase, with praise for the album's brisk pace and energy, but criticism for its lyrics and runtime.
Genre(s): Garage rock, alternative rock, garage punk, pop rock, pop-punk
Producer(s): Butch Walker, Chris Dugan, Green Day
Length: 26:12
Released: February 7th, 2020
Year: 2020

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