Hitchin' a Ride: Egy történet a szexrõl, a drogokról, míg a világ össze nem
omlik.

The Grouch: Billie Joe ezt a dalt akkor írta, miután egy alkalommal
összekapott Adrienne-el.

Redundant: Klasszikus szerelmes szám. Billie szép szavakkal akarta
elmagyarázni Adrienne-nek, hogy mit érez iránta.

Scattered: Billie mindent felajánl a feleségének, csak hogy megnyerje õt.

All The Time: A szám arról szól, hogy juthatunk ki az alkohol és a drogok
okozta zsákutcából.

Worry Rock: Hasonló, mint a Scattered.
Platypus (I hate you): Billie Joe ezt a dalt egy újságíróról írta, aki
szemétkedett velük, miután a Dookie kijött. (Mielött a Nimrod-ot kiadták
volna, az újságíró meghalt.)

Uptight: Egy öngyilkosról, aki utálta az életet.

Last Ride In: Ez a szám olyan,mint egy hangpróba, cask hangszerek szólalnak
meg benne, ének nélkül.

Jinx: Egy lányról, aki kedvelte Billie Joe-t.

Haushinka: Billie Joe egyszer találkozott egy japán lánnyal, akit
Haushinkának hívtak. Ebben a számba rá emlékezik.

Walking Alone: Egy pozícióba vágod magad, mikor csak elõre akarsz menni.

Reject: Egy szülõrõl szól, akinek a fia egy Dookie cd-t kapott a
nagymamájától a 8. szülinapjára. A szülõ írt egy levelet Billie Joe-nak a
dalszövegekrõl, és arról a véleményérol, hogy szerinte ez nem igazi zene.

Take Back: A szám arról szól, hogy vannak olyan emberek, akik sajnos
alkalmatlanok arra, hogy megbocsássanak nekik...

King For A Day: Egy fiúról, aki nõi ruhába öltözik.

Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life): A dal arról szól, hogy nézz vissza az
életed eddigi történetén, és lásd, hogy miben fáradtál el.

Prosthetic Head: Arról szól, hogy néha szeretnénk valaki más életét élni.

Dalszöveg (angolul):

Nice Guys Finish Last 

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

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

Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast. 
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine. 

Living on command. 
You're shaking lots of hands. 
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need. 
Bit the hand that feeds. 
You kill your memory 

Hitchin' 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 turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow. 
Fermented salmonella poison oak no 

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating. 
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4. 
Troubled times, you know i can not lie. 
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride. 

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating. 
My tongue is swelling up, I say Shit! 

The Grouch 

I was a young boy that had big plans. 
Now I'm just another shitty old man. 
I don't have fun and I hate everything. 
The world owes me, so fuck you. 

Glory days don't mean shit to me. 
I drank a six pack of apathy. 
Life's a bitch and so am I. 
The world owes me, so fuck you. 

Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals. 
I had a young and optimisitic point of view. 
Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals. 
I had a young and optimisitic point of view. 

I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat. 
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad. 
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch. 
The world owes me, so fuck you. 

The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up. 
I don't have sex `cause i can't get it up. 
I'm always rude. 
I've got a bad attitude. 
The world owes, so fuck you. 

Redundant 

We're living in repetition. 
Content in the same old shtick again. 
Now the routine's turning to contention, 
Like a production line going over and over and over, roller 
coaster. 

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice. 
I'm speechless and redundant. 
'Cause I love you's not enough. 
I'm lost for words. 

Choreographed and lack of passion. 
Prototypes of what we were. 
Went full circle 'til I'm 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. 
I'm speechless and redundant, 'cause I love you's not enough. 
I'm lost for words, now I cannot speak. 

Scattered 

I've 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 I've forgotten my purpose in this life. 
All the songs have been erased. 
Guess I've learned from 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. 
It's all I've got and I'm 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 myself wide open. 
Living out a sacrifice. 

If you got no one and I've got no place to go, would it be alright? 
Could it be alright? 

All The Time 

All the time, every time I need it. 
What's the time? 
I'd say the time is right. 
Here's to me. 
Let's find another reason. 
Down the hatch and a bad attitude. 
Salud. 

Wasting time 
Wasting time down a bum fuck road. 
And I don't know where the hell it'll go. 
Heirlooms and huffing fumes, and I'm picking up the pace 
and I'm gonna smash straight into a wall. 

All the time. 
A "New Year's Resolution" 
How soon that we forget. 
Doing time. 
Loving every minute. 
Live it up on 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? 
It's too late to say goodnight. 
Time flies when you're having fun. 
Time's 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 I'll guarantee we'll have the road. 

Platypus (I Hate You) 

From Billie Joe: The lyrics to "Platypus" will not be on the Cd because of lawyer problems due to my potty mouth. But here they are anyway: 

     Your rise and fall 
     Back up against the wall 
     What goes around is coming back and haunting you 
     It's time to quit 
     Cause you ain't worth the shit 
     Under my shoes or the piss on the ground 

     No one loves you and you know it 
     Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care 
     Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want 
     to hear. 
     I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU 

     I heard your sick 
     Sucked on that cancer stick 
     A throbbing tumor and a radiation high 
     Shit out of luck 
     And now your time is up 
     It brings me pleasure just to know your going to die 
 
     Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,
     dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY 

     Red eye, code blue 
     I'd like to strangle you 
     And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull 
     When you go down 
     Head first into the ground 
     I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave 

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 ain't 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 notch scratched on my belt. 
The future's in my living room. 

Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun. 
All night, suicide's last call. 
I've been uptight all night. 
I'm a son of a gun. 
Uptight I'm a nag with a gun. 

Jinx 

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

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

I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck. 
Keep you distance 'cause it's rubbing off. 
Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell. 
Or earth with me tangled at your feet. 
You finally met you nemesis disguised as your fatal long lost love. 
So kiss it good bye 
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 it's too damn late 

This girl has gone far away. 
Now she's gone. 

All I have now is a memory to date. 
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name. 
I didn't know, I didn't know, before she went away. 
I know now, I know now, and it's too damn late. 

Will she ever find her way? 
I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I? 
Yet again I'm kicking myself, and I'll 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 ain't right. 
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello. 
Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone. 

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground, yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around. 
Isn't that another familiar face? 
Too drunk to figure out they're fading away. 

Reject 

Who the hell are you to tell me what I am 
And what's my master plan. 
What makes you think that it includes you? 
Self-righteous wealth 
Stop flattering yourself, 'cause when the smoke clears here I am. 
Your reject all-American. 

Sucking up you social sect, making you a nervous wreck. 
To hell and back and hell again I've gone. 
You're not my type. 
Not my type. 

What's the difference between you and me? 
I do what I want, and you do what you're told. 
So listen up and shut the hell up. 
It ain't no big deal. 
And I'll see you in hell, 'cause when the smoke clears here I am, your reject all-American. 

Falling from grace, right on my fave. 
To hell and back and hell again I've gone. 

Take Bake 

You pushed me once too far again 
I'd like to break you fucking teeth. 
Stick a knife in the center of your back. 
You better grow some eyes in the back of your head. 
I fight dirty, just like your looks. 
Can't take, can't take, can't 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 I'm taking back what's mine. 
Expect it when you're least expecting it. 
No loss of love, the smell of regret. 
Lights out 
Can't take anymore 

Shit 

King For A Day 

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

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't 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 'til all the guys get a load of me.

My daddy threw me in therapy.
He thinks I'm not a real man.
Who put the drag in the drag queen.
Don't knock it until you tried 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 do.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's 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 it's worth, it was worth all the while.
I hope you had the time of your life.

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, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.
Self-effaced, what's his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up.

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you can't see it.
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know.
You don't say.

And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic.  
 

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 ingrete

Bring me blood and pain
of a stranger's fate
Give it all away
Gimme gimme now
I'm desensitized
I wanna watch the bomb
Blow the masses high

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