-- Green Day
She had a compound fracture in the trunk
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the innerstate
She hitched a ride to Misery
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps apon the Haight
Panhandling Misery
And he's gonna get high high high
When he's low low low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed, "Why, oh, why?"
I said, "I don't know,"
The catastrophic hyms from yesterday
Of misery
Well, Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in "Tinseltown"
They found him in a Cadillac
Blugeoned with a baseball bat
In the name of misery
Gina hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virgina and the dope
And kissed the bridge eternally
And they're gonna get high high high
When they're low low low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed, "Why, oh, why?"
I said, "I don't know,"
The catastrophic hyms from yesterday
of misery
Well, Hell hounds on your trail now once again, boy
It's gropin on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
'Cause it's not what you make, it's what you leave
And we're gonna get high high high
When we're low low low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed, "Why, oh, why?"
I said, "I don't know,"
The catastrophic hits from yesterday
Of misery