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On the Wagon

Sometimes it gets real hard
And I need some kind of output
For input twice the size of my one-inch mind
So slap me on the hand
Put it right back down my pants
Turn me right around
Kick me in the ass

Well, today I say sweet things
But tomorrow I'll be making up excuses
For my actions cause it's been so long
Since I have in been in love
And that special kind of feeling
Guess my best excuse
I'm on the wagon again

Well I got no real excuse... I'm on the wagon again

Tired of Waiting for You

So tired, tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

I was a lonely soul
I had nobody 'till I met you
But you
Keepin' me waiting all of the time
What can I do?

It's your life
And you can do what you wanna do
Do what you like
But, please don't keep me waiting
Please don't keep me waiting
'Cause I'm...

J.A.R. (Jason Andrew Relva)

My friend drove off the other day
Now he's gone and all they say
Is you gotta live 'cause life goes on
Now I see I'm mortal, too
I can't live my life like you
Gotta live it up while life goes on

And I think it's alright
That I do what I like
'Cause that's the way I wanna live
And so I give
I'm still givin'

Now I wonder 'bout my friend
If he gave all he could give,
'Cause he lived his life like I live mine
If you could see inside my head
You would start to understand
The things I value in my heart

You know that...
I know that...
You're watching me!

Gotta make a plan, gotta do what's right
Can't run around in circles if you wanna build a life
But I don't wanna make a plan for a day far away
While I'm young and while I'm able all I wanna do is... (play)

Don't Want To Fall In Love

Don't want to have you hangin'
Around me like a leech
I think you're just a problem
So stay the hell away from me
Because I don't believe in you

And I wanna sit here all my life alone
This may sound a little rough
Don't wanna fall in love

Don't need security
I ain't no dog without a bone
Don't have no time for love
So stay the fuck away from me
Because I don't believe in you

This may sound a little rough
Don't wanna fall in love
This may sound a little rough
Don't wanna fall in love
This may sound a little fucked
Don't wanna fall in love

I Wanna Be on TV

Wanna be a T.V. boy
Wanna go on Solid Gold
Wanna date a millionaire
Wanna make people stare

I wanna be on TV
Want people to know me
I wanna be on TV

Started out in 54
Gonna be an omnivore
Wanna make people dance
Gonna take off my pants

On the cover of magazines
Gonna have some free cocaine
Wanna wear my Calvin Kleins
Then the world will be all mine

Do Da Da

Every time I'm falling now
You take the repercussions
Headaches and anxiety
Advancing my frustrations

Rush into my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well, now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me, stuck with me

Hand up your soul to my wrist
And I'll vow my trust to you
Moving on and I always thought
I realized you've imagined

Sick

Why can't you just admit it,
You've had it, you're
Sick of me

You're fed up
With my almighty attitude
Sick of me

You realize
You become so insensitive
Sick of me

Come to grips
I can see that you've had it, feel
Sick of me

Wander out the door
I am on to you
You're comin' back for more
Am I losing you?

Like a dog
That just pissed on your barbecue
Sick of me

Losing faith
And you still don't know what to do
Sick of me

Lots of love
Now you hate everything and you're
Sick of me

It's a waste
But we still keep on trying, you're
Sick of me

So you got your problems
So you got no courage
Do you have a conscience?
Do you have a name?
Well I'm sick of you too...

Espionage

(Instrumental)

Desensitized

Clenching my teeth tight
My head is like a sponge
Give it to me free

I wanna get ripped off
And drown in the airwaves
Another fatal wreck
On the information highway

So go ahead and kill yourselves
It all amuses me
For I'll be damned to spend my life in hell
Another wise ingrate

Bring me blood and pain
Of a stranger's fate
Give it all away
Give it to me now!

I'm desensitized
Wanna watch a bomb
Blow the masses high

Rotting

I'm rotting inside
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear

I'm so sick to death
Tumors in my head
Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear

Red rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my fingertips
And drips toxic blood

Kiss me one last time
Knock off my sweat
Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear

Cast my bones in rust
Weave bounds of trust
Whisper "are you dying?" in my ear

Suffocate

3 AM, I'm drunk again
My head is standing underneath my puke
So make it stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off

Sedatives and dizzy spells
I'm smelling like a salad in my puke
So make it stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off

Well, slipped into a coma once again
Where's my organ donor?
Lend a hand

So when you think you're all alone
No one's left to come around
Drop like flies and empathize

Cause I know that I will someday
And I know that I will suffocate
Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate

One night stands and cheap regrets
I take another drag off of my cigarette
So stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off

One last stop for one track mind
Just give me something, gimme gimme something
Make it stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off

You Lied

You got a problem you just can't hide
Compulsive habits that never seem to die
Your breath is stankin' up all the air
Your teeth are rotting to black holes in your head

Well, reality is due
What you say just can't be true
Well your story's stretched, a toe far-fetched
And you're lacking an excuse
You lied

Your mother allowed you just one white lie
But now she's thinkin' she left you with a problem
Pinocchio has bit your tongue
Your nose is growing into the third dimension

The Ballad of Wilhelm Fink

Well, said that I'd meetcha
At the Berkeley Marina
3 a.m. when no one will be found

All I got in mind
Is a Boone's Farm jug of wine
Smash a bottle in the parking lot

But considering our luck,
We'll get busted by the cops
Instead of sex, we'll got to jail
Another lesson learned and failed