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Copyright © Los Infernos
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Title: Daddy-O
Album: Planet Kaos! (1996)
Copyright © Los Infernos
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Title: Daddy-O
Album: Planet Kaos! (1996)
![Los Infernos - Daddy-O - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/x6SLzRruVag/mqdefault.jpg "Los Infernos - Daddy-O - [HQ]
Copyright © Los Infernos
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Title: Daddy-O
Album: Planet Kaos! (1996)")
![Green Day - Deadbeat Holiday - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/x8vXvOisoZI/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Deadbeat Holiday - [HQ]
Title: Deadbeat Holiday
Album: Warning:
Lyrics:
Wake up, The house is on fire
And the cats caught in the dryer
Philiosophys a liar when
Your home is your headstone
Icon is the last chance for hope
When theres no such thing as heroes
Your faith lies in the ditch that
You dug yourself in
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down
Deadbeat Holiday - celebrate your own decay
Theres a vacant sign thats hanging high
On a noose over your home
Deadbeat Holiday - get on your knees and pray
Theres a vacant sign thats hanging high
But at least youre not alone
Christmas lights in the middle of August
Grudges come back to haunt us
Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies
Grounded in a duplex to find that
Youre living on a landmine
Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down
Deadbeat Holiday - celebrate your own decay
Theres a vacant sign thats hanging high
On a noose over your home
Deadbeat Holiday - get on your knees and pray
Theres a vacant sign thats hanging high
But at least youre not alone
Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay whan all you
Want to do is...not to....give up......")
![Green Day - Reject - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xVPWzoSi85s/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Reject - [HQ]
Title: Reject
Album: nimrod.
Lyrics:
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And whats 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 you social sect, making you a nervous wreck.
To hell and back and hell again Ive gone.
Youre not my type.
Not my type.
Whats the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what youre told.
So listen up and shut the hell up.
Its no big deal.
And Ill see you in hell, 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 Ive gone.")
![Green Day - Prosthetic Head - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xwGSZnZsJOg/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Prosthetic Head - [HQ]
Title: Prosthetic Head
Album: nimrod.
Lyrics:
I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, youre a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin through a numbskull.
Self-effaced, whats his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You dont let up.
You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you cant see it.
No explanation identified cause you dont know.
You dont say.
And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, youre a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
Do or die, no reply, dont deny that youre synthetic.
Youre pathetic.")
![Green Day - Song Of The Century - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/y2leZ75VKg0/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Song Of The Century - [HQ]
Title: Song Of The Century
Album: 21st Century Breakdown
Lyrics:
Sing us a song of the century
Thats louder than bombs and eternity
The era of static and contraband
Thats leading us into the promised land
Tell us a story thats by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight
Theyre playing the song of the century
of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me ...")
![Green Day - Look Ma, No Brains! - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yCDszUIWp8E/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Look Ma, No Brains! - [HQ]
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Title: Look Ma, No Brains!
Album: Saviors
Lyrics:
Dont know much about history
Cause I never learned how to read
Drop out Im a knucklehead
Sick boy and I shit the bed
Maybe Im in love with a deviant
Maybe I got terminal vertigo
Slam danced on my face again
Nonsense is my heroin
Rude boy going comatose
Drop out and Im adios
Maybe Im in love with a deviant
Maybe I got terminal vertigo
I defy the science of the missing link
Oh God, I think Im gonna lose my skull
I said look ma, I aint got no brains
Im a goner and I dont feel no pain
Im stupid and Im all by myself
Cause Im special and I dont need your help
Well Im gone gone gone and Im far away
(Dont panic, dont panic)
Well I lost my head and Im here to say
(Dont go, dont go)
Oh mama mama mama ma, Im all grown up
(Dont panic, dont panic)
Well its too late now for my suicide
I said look ma, I aint got no brains
Im a goner and I dont feel no pain
Im stupid and Im all by myself
Cause Im special and I dont need your help")
![Green Day - St. Jimmy - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/y_OTBXO7Q6Y/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - St. Jimmy - [HQ]
Title: St. Jimmy
Album: American Idiot
Lyrics:
St. Jimmys comin down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
Hes insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves
And Im here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
Im the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that weve been victimized
Im the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
Ill give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy Im a son of a gun
Im the one thats from the way outside
Im a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
Its comedy and tragedy
Its St. Jimmy
And thats my nameeeeeee... and dont wear it out!")
![Green Day - Wild One - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yhRN53SOsc0/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Wild One - [HQ]
Copyright © Green Day
I do not own any content. Rights belong to Green Day.
Title: Wild One
Album: ¡Dos! (2012)
Lyrics:
She
Shes my wild one
My heart is in panic
Her eyes look so manic now
She
Little wild one
My heart is a chaser
Shes strung out on razors now
She gave up on Jesus for living on Venus
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Im drinking the Kool-Aid, I jumped on the grenade
Now that my minds gonna blow, hello
She
Shes my wild one
My heart is in danger
From shadows and strangers now
She
Little wild one
Shes covered in angels
And demons and halos now
She gave up on jesus, for living on Venus
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Im drinking the Kool-Aid, I jumped on a grenade
Now that my minds gonna blow, hello
She gave up on jesus, for living on Venus
All fucked up with nowhere to go
Im drinking the Kool-Aid, I jumped on a grenade
Now that my minds gonna blow, hello
Little wild one
My heart is in danger, shes strung out on razors now
My heart is in danger, shes strung out on razors now")
![Green Day - Tight Wad Hill - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zdB-JS8sLiM/mqdefault.jpg "Green Day - Tight Wad Hill - [HQ]
Title: Tight Wad Hill
Album: Insomniac (1995)
Lyrics:
Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs
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 existance
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill")
