nimrod. Album

Artist(s): Green Day

Cover Art

Green Day nimrod. Cover Art

Tracklist

Nice Guys Finish Last

length: 2:50
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day

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 feel the worst
You feel washed up like piss gone down the drain

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane
I'm so ****ing happy I could cry
Every joke can have it's truth but now the joke's on you
I never knew you're 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
You're kissing up and bleeding all your trust
Taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You lose your memory and you've got no shame

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane
I'm so ****ing happy I could cry
Every joke can have it's truth but now the joke's on you
I never knew you're such a funny guy

Oh nice guys finish last
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back

Hitchin’ a Ride

length: 2:52
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
violin: Petra Haden
strings arranger: David Campbell
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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
One, two
One, two, three, four

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 I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say one, two
One, two, three, four

Troubled times
You know I cannot 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...
****!

Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride

Hitchin' a ride [x8]

The Grouch

length: 2:13
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
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 **** you
Glory days don't
Mean **** to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a ***** and so am I
The world owes me, so **** you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm always rude
I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me, so **** you
The wife's a nag and the kid's ****ing up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me, so **** you

Redundant

length: 3:18
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
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

length: 3:03
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
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 open wide.
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

length: 2:11
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
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 down a bum **** 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

length: 2:27
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
Another sentimental argument and bitter love.
****ed 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)

length: 2:22
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
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 ****
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
**** out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know your going to die
Dickhead,
**** face,
**** smoking,
Mother ****ing,
*******,
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

length: 3:05
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
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.

Last Ride In

length: 3:48
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
violin: Petra Haden
strings arranger: David Campbell
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
Instrumental

Jinx

length: 2:13
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
I ****ed 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.
I'm a curse hanging around you in the end

Haushinka

length: 3:26
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
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

length: 2:46
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
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

length: 2:06
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
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

So 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 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's no big deal and I'll see you in hell

So 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 I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type
Not my type
You're not my type

So 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 I've gone

Take Back

length: 1:10
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
You pushed me once too far again
I'd like to break you ****ing 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
****

King for a Day

length: 3:14
producer: Green Day and Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
horn: Stephen Bradley and Gabrial McNair
horn arranger: David Campbell
co engineer: Tony Flores
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
Started at the age four
My mother went to the grocery store
Went sneaking through her bedroom door
To find something in a size four
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 drag queen
Don't knock it 'til you've tried it

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

length: 2:34
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
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 don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time

[Chorus]
It's something unpredictable but in the end
Is right I hope you've had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

[Chorus: x3]

Prosthetic Head

length: 3:38
producer: Rob Cavallo and Green Day
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
recording engineer: Ken Allardyce
co engineer: Tony Flores
composer: Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numb skull.
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,
A mannequin Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic.

Desensitized

length: 2:49
producer: Rob Cavallo
mixer: Chris Lord‐Alge
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
Clenching my teeth tight
My head is like a sponge
Give it to me free
I want to 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
I want to watch the bomb
Blow the masses high
I want to 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
I want to 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