Insomniac Album

Artist(s): Green Day

Cover Art

Green Day Insomniac Cover Art

Tracklist

Armatage Shanks

length: 2:17
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool

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 perfected the science of the idiot
No meaning...no healing
Self loathing freak and introverted deviate

Brat

length: 1:44
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 got my inheritance
Now I want more
Cause I'm getting bored
And I'm going nowhere fast
I was once filled with doubt
Now it's all figured out
Nothing good can last
Crows feet and rot 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

length: 2:16
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 ****er
Drag them down to hell

Geek Stink Breath

length: 2:16
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 methamphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off 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 thick white line

I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

I'm on a mission
I've got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
Wish in one hand **** in the other
And see which one gets filled first

I'm on a roll
No self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

No Pride

length: 2:20
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
I'm 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 ****
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
Separation's gonna kill us all
Torn to shreds and disjointed
Before the final fall

Bab’s Uvula Who?

length: 2:09
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
I've got a knack for freaking 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

I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Petulance and I'm all wound up
I lose control and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm 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

I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Petulance and I'm all wound up
I lose control and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up

I've got a knack for freaking 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

I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Petulance and I'm all wound up
I lose control and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up

86

length: 2:48
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 let the door kick you in the ***

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
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

So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ***

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try

Panic Song

length: 3:36
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 ****
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.

length: 2:04
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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

Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all ****ed 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

[Repeat x2]
Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all ****ed up

All ****ed up
All ****ed up

Brain Stew

length: 3:13
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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
****ed 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

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
****ed up and spun out in my room

On my own, here we go

Jaded

length: 1:31
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 ****ed up equilibrium
Count down from nine to five
Hooray! We're gonna die!
Blessed into our extinction

Westbound Sign

length: 2:14
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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 rear view 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 two thousand miles away?
She's taking off

Tight Wad Hill

length: 2:02
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speed balls
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 existence

Walking Contradiction

length: 2:32
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Jerry Finn
engineer: Kevin Army
additional engineer: Bernd Burgdorf and Richard “Segal” Huredia
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
Do as I say not as I do because
The **** 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 *** 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 victim of a catch twenty two
I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right