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B-Sides...Lyrics
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