| Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. |
Green Day, |
Good Riddance |
| Take the photographs and still frames in your mind, hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. |
Green Day, |
Time Of Your Life |
| Talk is cheap, and lies are expensive. |
Green Day, |
Walking Contradiction |
| Do you have the time to listen to me whine? |
Green Day, |
Basket Case |
| I'm a waste like you with nothing else to do. May I waste your time, too? |
Green Day, |
Sassafras Root |
| Asshole, dirt twat, waste of semen, I hope you die. |
Green Day, |
Platypus |
| If to know you is to hate you, then loving you must be like suicide. |
Green Day, |
Jackass |
| You're a suicide makeover. |
Green Day, |
Prosthetic Head |
| Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are. |
Green Day, |
Wake Me Up When September Ends |
| I don't let it get me down or cause me too much sorrow. There's no doubt about who I am, I always have tomorrow. |
Green Day, |
I Was There |
| I'm falling off into a state of regression, the expiration date rapidly coming up. |
Green Day, |
Jaded |
| Losers winning big on the lottery, rehab rejects still sniffing glue. |
Green Day, |
Walking Contradiction |
| She's an extraordinary girl, in an ordinary world. |
Green Day, |
Extraordinary Girl |
| I think I'm cracking up, am I just paranoid? I'm just stoned. |
Green Day, |
Basket Case |
| Celebrate your own decay. |
Green Day, |
Deadbeat Holidays |
| I pledge allegiance to the underworld. |
Green Day, |
Minority |
| Please don't make me beg for blood, sex, and booze. |
Green Day, |
Blood Sex And Booze |
| Bite my lip and close my eyes, slipping away to paradise. Some say quit or I'll go blind, but it's just a myth. |
Green Day, |
Long View |
| I love it when you hurt me, so drive those staples deep. |
Green Day, |
Dominated Love Slave |
| She, she screams in silence, a sullen riot penetrating through her mind. Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self-control. |
Green Day, |
She |
| Better homes and safety-sealed communities. |
Green Day, |
Warning |
| I hate everything. The world owes me. |
Green Day, |
The Grouch |
| Separation's gonna kill us all, torn to shreds and disjointed, before the final fall. |
Green Day, |
No Pride |
| So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. |
Green Day, |
Good Riddance |
| Maybe it's just jealousy mixing up with a violent mind. |
Green Day, |
Chump |