Green Day - Nimrod Lyrics
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 look 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 f*cking 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.
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need.
Bit the hand that feeds.
You kill your memory
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.
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 brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well.
The well that inebriates the guilt.
1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Cold turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow.
Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Troubled times, you know i can not 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 tongue is swelling up, I say Shit!
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.
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 f*ck 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 f*ck you.
Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals.
I had a young and optimisitic point of view.
I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat.
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad.
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch.
The world owes me, so f*ck you.
The wife's a nag and the kid's f*cking up.
I don't have sex `cause i can't get it up.
I'm always rude.
I've got a bad attitude.
The world owes, so f*ck you.
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.
Redundant
We're living in repetition.
Content in the same old shtick again.
Now the routine's turning to contention,
Like a production line 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.
Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now i hate it.
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, now I cannot speak.
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.
Scattered
Well, I've got some scattered pictures lyin' on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we've 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, well
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 givin' it to you
Well, loose ends tied in knots leavin' a lump down in my throat
Well, gaggin' on a souvenir
Live to fill another year
We'll drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Well, leavin' myself open wide
Livin' out a sacrifice, well
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 givin' it to you
If you got no one
And I got no place to go
Would it be alright?
Could it be alright?
Well, I've got some scattered pictures lyin' on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we've 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, well
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 givin' it to you
It's all I've got, and I'm givin' it to you
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
All The Time
All the time, every time I need it
What's the time? I said the time is right
Here's to me, let's find another reason
Down the hatch, and a bad attitude, salud
Wastin' time, wastin' time down a bumf*ck road
And I don't know where the hell it'll go
Heirlooms, huffin' fumes, and I'm pickin' up the pace
And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall
All the time, New Year's resolutions
How soon that we forget
Doin' time, and lovin' every minute
Live it up on another let down, salud
Promises, promises, it was all set in stone
Cross my heart, and I hope to die
Sugar fix, dirty tricks, and a trick question
Guess I shoulda read between the lines
Havin' the time of my life
Watchin' the clock tick
Havin' the time of my life
Watchin' the clock tick
All the time, where did all the time go?
It's too late to say goodnight
Time flies when you're havin' fun, yeah
Time's up when you work like a dog, salud
Yeah
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Worry Rock
Another sentimental argument and bitter love
F*cked without a kiss again, dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride
A knock 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
A knock down, dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall
Another sentimental argument and bitter love
F*cked without a kiss again, dragged it through the mud
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
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Platypus (I Hate You)
You're 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 want to hear
'Cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you
I heard your 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 going to die
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 want to hear
'Cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you
Dickhead, f*ck face, cock smoking,
Mother f*cking, 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
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 want to hear
'Cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you, 'cause I hate you
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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 belt
The future just ain't what it used to be
I got a new start on a dead end road
Peaked, peaked out on reachin' new lows
Owed, paid off all my debts to myself
Perfect picture of bad health
Another notch scratched on my belt
The future's in my livin' room
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, yeah
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, yeah
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, yeah
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, yeah
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, yeah
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun, yeah
All night, suicide's last call
I've been uptight all night
I'm a son of a gun
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Jinx
I f*cked 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 and tell me you have won
I lost before I did any wrong
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck
So keep your distance, it's rubbing off
Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell
On 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
I'm the curse hangin' around you
I'm the curse hangin' around you
I'm the curse hangin' around you
I'm the curse hangin' around you
Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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 too damn late
This girl has gone far away.
Now she's gone.
All I have now is a memory to date.
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name.
I didn't know, I didn't know, before she went away.
I know now, I know now, 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.
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.
Walking Alone
Come together like 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.
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.
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 you 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 fave.
To hell and back and hell again I've gone.
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.
Take Back
You pushed me once too far again
I'd like to break you f*cking teeth.
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 tongue.
An eye for an 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
Shit
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
King For A Day
Started at the age of 4.
My mother went to the grocery store.
Went sneaking throught 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
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.
Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)
F*ck
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 learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is 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 in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
Writer: Michael Pritchard, Frank Wright III, Billie Joe Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Prosthetic Head
I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.
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.
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.
