Letras por: Billie Joe Armstrong Musica por: Green Day Excepto: "Panic Song" por Mike Dirnt y Billie Joe Armstrong Mezclado por: Kevin Army Producido por: Rob Cavallo y Green Day

Armatage Shanks

Stranded...lost inside myself

My own worst friend

My own closest enemy

Branded...Maladjusted

Never trusted anyone

Let alone myself

I must insist on being a pessimist

I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind

Elected the rejected

I perfect the science of the idiot

No meaning...no healing

Self loathing freak and introverted deviot

Brat

Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days

They're getting over the hill

Death is closing in and catching up

As far as I can tell

Got a plan of action and cold blood

And it smells of defiance

I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to die

And collect my inheritance

Well now I want more

Cause I'm getting bored

And I'm going nowhere fast

I was once filled with doubt

But it's all figured out

Well nothing good can last

Crows feet and rott are setting in

And time is running out

My parent's income interest rate

Is gaining higher clout

I'm a snot nosed slob without a job

And I know I damn well should

Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days

But my future's looking good

Stuck With Me

I'm not part of your elite

I'm just alright

Class structure waving colors

Bleeding from my throat

Not subservient to you

I'm just alright

Down classed by the powers that be

Give me loss of hope

Cast out...buried in a hole

Struck down...forcing me to fall

Destroyed...giving up the fight

I know I'm not alright

What's my price and will you pay it

If it's alright

Take it from my dignity

Waste it until it's dead

Throw me back into the gutter

'Cause it's alright

Find another pleasure fucker

Drag them down to hell

Geek Stink Breath

I'm on a mission

I made my decision

To lead a path of self-destruction

A slow progression

Killing my complexion

And it's rotting out my teeth

I'm on a roll

No self control

I'm blowing off steam

With Meth Amphetamine

Don't know what I want

And that's all that I got

And I'm picking scabs of my face

Every hour

My blood is turning sour

And my pulse is beating out of time

I found a treasure

Filled with sick pleasure

And it sits on a thin white line

I'm on a mission

I got no decision

Like a cripple running the rat race

Wish in one hand

Shit in the other

And see which one get's filled first

No Pride

I am just a mutt

And nowhere is my home

Where dignity's a land mine

In the school of lost hope

I've panhandled for a life because

I'm not afraid to beg

Hand me down your lost and founds

Of second hand regret

You better swallow your pride

Or you're gonna choke on it

You better digest your values

Because they turn to shit

Honor's gonna knock you down

Before your chance to stand up and fight

I know I'm not the one

I got no pride

Sects of disconnection

And traditions of lost faith

No culture's worth a stream of piss

Or a bullet in my face

To hell with unity

Seperation will kill us all

Torn to shreds and disjointed

Before the final fall

Bab's Uvula Who?

I've got a knack for fucking everything up

My temper flies

And I get myself all wound up

My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high

I lose control

And I get myself all wound up

Tension mounts and I fly off the wall

I self destruct

And I get myself all wound up

Petulance and irritation sets in

I throw a tantrum

And I get myself all wound up

Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back

Stuck in a rut

And I get myself all wound up

Killed my composure and it will never come back

Loss of control

And I get myelf all wound up

Blown out of proportion again

My temper snaps

And I get myself all wound up

Spontaneous combustion

Panic attack

I slipped a gear

And I get myself all wound up

86

What brings you around?

Did you lose something the last time you were here?

You'll never find it now

It's buried deep with your identity

So stand aside and let the next one pass

Don't ket the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86

Don't even try

Exit out the back

And never show your head around again

Purchase your ticket and

Quickly take the last train out of town

Panic Song

Ready for a cheap escape

On the brink of self destruction

Widespread panic

Broken glass inside my head

Bleeding down these thoughts of

Anguish... mass confusion

The world is a sick machine

Breeding a mass of shit

With such a desolate conclusion

Fill the void with... I don't care

There's a plague inside of me

Eating at my disposition

Nothing's left

Torn out of reality

Into a state of no opinion

Limp with hate

Stuart and the Ave.

Standing on the corner of

Stuart and the Avenue

Ripping up my transfer

And a photograph of you

You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existance

As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance

Destiny is dead

In the hands of bad luck

Before it might have made some sense

But now it's all fucked up

Seasons change as well as minds

And I'm a two faced clown

You're mommy's little nightmare

Driving daddy's car around

I'm beat down and half brain dead

The long lost king of fools

I may be dumb

But I'm not stupid enough to stay with you

Brain Stew

I'm having trouble trying to sleep

I'm counting sheep but running out

As time ticks by

And still I try

No rest for crosstops in my mind

On my own... here we go

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed

Dried up and bulging out my skull

My mouth is dry

My face is numb

Fucked up and spun out in my room

On my own... here we go

My mind is set on overdrive

The clock is laughing in my face

A crooked spine

My senses dulled

Passed the point of delirium

On my own... here we go

Jaded

Somebody keep my balance

I think I'm falling off

Into a state of regression

The expiration date

Rapidly coming up

It's leaving me behind to rank

Always move forward

Going "straight" will get you nowhere

There is no progress

Evolution killed it all

I found my place in nowhere

I'm taking one step sideways

Leading with my crutch

Got a fucked up equilibrium

Count down from 9 to 5

Hooray! We're gonna die!

Blessed into our extinction

Westbound Sign

Boxed up

All of her favorite things

Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale

Big plans and leaving friends and

A westbound sign

Weighed out

Her choices on a scale

Prevailing nothing made sense

Just transportation and a

Blank decision... she's taking off

No time and no copping out

She's burning daylight and petrol

Blacked out the rearview mirror

Heading westward on

Strung out

On confusion road

And ten minute nervous breakdowns

Xanex a beer for thought

And she determined... She's taking off

Is it salvation?

Or an escape from discontent?

Will she find her name

In the California cement?

Punched out of the grind

That punched her one too many times...

Is tragedy 2000 miles away?

She's taking off

Tight Wad Hill

Cheapskate on the hill

A thrill seeker making deals

Sugar city urchin wasting time

Town of lunatics

Begging for another fix

Turning tricks for speedballs

One more night

Making your rounds once again

Turning up empty handed

Bumming a ride

Burning daylight

Last up at dawn... tight wad hill

Drugstore hooligan

Another white trash mannequin

On display to rot up on the hill

Living out a lie

But having the time of his life

Hating every minute of his existance

Walking Contradiction

Do as I say not as I do because

The shit so deep you can't run away

I beg to differ on the contrary

I agree with every word that you say

Talk is cheap and lies are expensive

My wallet's fat and so is my head

Hit and run and then I'll hit you again

I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb

Standards set and broken all the time

Control the chaos behind a gun

Call it as I see it even if

I was born deaf, blind and dumb

Losers winning big on the lottery

Rehab rejects still sniffing glue

Constant refutation with myself

I'm a vicitm of a catch 22

I have no belief

But I believe

I'm a walking contradiction

And I ain't got no right