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Nimrod

Greenday

Nice Guys Finish Last

Nice guys finish last.
Youíre running out of gas.
Your sympathy will get you left behind.
Sometimes youíre at your best, when you feel the worst.
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain?

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me Iím insane.
Iím so fucking happy I could cry. 
Every joke can have its truth and now the jokeís on you.
I never knew you were such a funny guy.

Oh nice guys finish last; when you are the outcast.
Donít pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine.

Living on command.
Youíre shaking lots of hands.
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust.
Taking what you need.
Bite the hand that feeds.
You kill your memory.

Hitchiní A Ride

Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour.
Say oh no.
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well.
The well that inebriates the guilt.
1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Cold turkeyís getting stale, tonight Iím eating crow.
Fermented salmonella poison oak no.
Thereís a drought at the fountain of youth, and now Iím dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Troubled times you know I cannot lie.
Iím off the wagon and Iím hitching a ride.

Thereís drought at the fountain of youth, and now Iím dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, I say Shit!

The Grouch
I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now Iím just another shitty old man.
I donít have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me so fuck you.

Glory days donít mean shit to me.
I drank a six-pack of apathy.
Lifeís a bitch and so am I. 
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas.
I had a young and optimistic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fist full of ideals.
I had a young and optimistic point of view.

Iíve decomposed, yet my guts getting fat.
Oh God Iím turning out like my dad.
Iím just a grouch sitting on the cough
The world owes me so fuck you.

The wifeís a nag and the kidís fucking up.
I donít have sex cause I canít get it up.
Iím always rude.
Iíve got a bad attitude.
The world owes me so fuck you.

Redundant

Weíre living in repetition.
Content in the same old shtick again.
Now the routineís turning to contention;
Like a production line going over and over and over
Roller coaster.

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
Iím speechless and redundant.
Cause I love youís not enough.
Iím lost for words.

Choreographed and lack of passion.
Prototypes of what we were.
Went full circle Ďtill Iím nauseous.
Taken for granted now.

Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it.
Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
Iím speechless and redundant
ĎCause I love youís not enough.
Iím lost for words, now I cannot speak.

Scattered

IĎve got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor.
Reminds me of the times we shared.
Makes me wish that you were here.
Now it seems Iíve forgotten my purpose in this life.
All the songs have been erased.
Guess Iíve learned form my mistakes.

Open the past and present.
Now and we are there.
Story to tell and I am listening.
Open the past and present and the future too.
Itís all Iíve got and Iím giving it up to you.

Loose ends tied in knots.
Leaving a lump down in my throat.
Gagging on a souvenir.
Lodged to fill another year.
Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds.
Leaving my self wide open.
Living out a sacrifice.

If you got no one and Iíve got no place to go
Would it be alright?
Could it be alright?
All The Time
All the time, everytime I need it.
Whatís the time?
Iíd say the time is right.
Hereís to me.
Letís find another reason.
Down the hatch.
And a bad attitude.
Salud.

Wasting time, wasting time.
Down a bum fuck road
And I donít know where the hell itíll go.
Heirlooms and huffing fumes
And Iím picking up the pace and Iím gonna smash straight into a wall.

All the time
A ďnew yearís resolutionsĒ
How soon we forget.
Doiní time.
Loving every minute.
Live it upon another let down.
Salud.

Promises, promises
It was all set in stone
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Sugar fix.
Dirty tricks and a trick question.
Guess I should have read between the lines.
Having the time of my life
Watching the clock tick.

All the time, where did all the time go?
Itís too late to say good night.
Time flies when youíre having fun.
Timeís up when you work like a dog.
Salud.

Worry Rock

Another sentimental argument and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud.
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone.
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride.

A knocked down dragged out fight.
Fat lips and open wounds.
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall.

Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets and Iíll guarantee weíll have the road.

Uptight

I woke up on the wrong side of the floor.
Made, made my way through the front door.
Broke my engagement with myself.
Perfect picture of bad health
Another notch scratched on my belt.
The future just ainít what it used to be.

I got a new start on a dead end road.
Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows.
Owe I paid off all my debts to myself.
Perfect picture of bad health
Another notched scratched on my belt.
The futureís in my living room.

Uptight, Iím a nag with a gun.
All night, suicideís last call.
Iíve been uptight all night.
Iím a son of a gun.
Uptight Iím a nag with a gun.

Jinx

I fucked up again.
Itís all my fault.
So turn me around and face the wall.
Read me my rights and tell me Iím wrong
Until it gets into my thick skull.

A slap on the wrist,
A stab in the back,
Torture me, Iíve been a bad boy.
Nail me to the cross until you have won.
I lost before I did any wrong.

Iím hexed with regrets and bad luck.
Keep your distance Ďcause itís rubbing off.
Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell.
Or earth with me tangled at your feet.
You finally met your nemesis disguised as your fatal long lost love.
So kiss it goodbye until death do we part.
You fell for a jinx for crying out loud.

Haushinka

Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name.
I met her on the eve of my birthday.
Did she know? Did she know
Before she went away?
Does she know?
But itís too damn late.

This girl has gone far away.
Now sheís gone.

All I have now is a memory to date.
A cheap hat and cigarettes
And a peculiar name.
I didnít know
I didnít know before she went away.
I know now
I know now and itís too damn late.

Will she ever find her way?
Iím too damn young to be too late
But am I?
Yet again Iím kicking myself
And Iíll be here in battle scars, waiting for you.
Waiting for you now.

Walking Alone
Come together like a foot in a shoe,
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth.
Thinking out loud and acting in vain.
Knocking over anyone that stands in my way.
Sometimes I need to apologize.
Sometimes I need to admit that I ainít right.
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut
Or only say hello.
Sometimes I still feel Iím walking alone.

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground
Yet thereís really no one left thatís hanging around.
Isnít that another familiar face? 
Too drunk to figure out theyíre fading away.

Reject

Who the hell are you to tell me what I am and whatís my master plan.
What makes you think that it includes you?
Self-righteous wealth.
Stop flattering yourself,

 ĎCause when the smoke clears here I am.
Your reject all-American.
Sucking up your social sect
Making you a nervous wreck.
To hell and back and hell again Iíve gone.
Youíre not my type.
Not my type.

Whatís the difference between you and me?
I do what I want
And you do what youíre told.
So listen up and shut the hell up.
It ainít no big deal.
And Iíll see you in hell, 
ĎCause when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American.
Falling from grace
Right on my face.
To hell and back and hell again Iíve gone.

Take Back

You pushed me once too far again.
Iíd love to break your fucking teeth.
Stick a knife in the center of your back.
You better grow some eyes in the back of you head.
I fight dirty, just like your looks.
Canít take, canít take, canít take anymore.

Take back, take back, take.

The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue.
An eye for an eye.
Gun for a gun.
Cold-cocked and Iím taking back whatís mine.
Expect it when youíre least expecting it.
No loss of love, the smell of regret.
Lights out.
Canít take anymore.
Shite.

King For A Day

Started at the age of 4.
My mother went to the grocery store.
Went sneaking through her bedroom door to find something in size 4.

Sugar and Spice and everything nice wasnít made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.  
Just wait till all the guys get a load of me.

My daddy threw me in therapy.
He thinks Iím not a real man.
Who put the drag in the drag queen?
Donít knock it until you tired it.

Good Riddance (time of your life)

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
And donít ask why.
Itís not a question
But a lesson learned in time.
Itís something unpredictable
But in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what itís worth
It was worth all the time.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Prosthetic Head

I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes
Youíre a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes
Lookiní through a numbskull.
Self-effaced,
Whatís his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You donít let up.

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed sever pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you canít see it.
No explanation identified Ďcause you donít know.
You donít say.

And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead
Youíre an inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
Do or die, no reply.
Donít deny that youíre synthetic.
Youíre pathetic.

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