Ennui [mp3]

I'm bored, I'm bored.
Not havin' much fun anymore.
All alone I think I'll kick around.
Stick gummi bears on my door.
Don't do somethin' soon I think I'll drown.
Trapped inside my little room
All alone with my feeling of doom
ennui ennui.

On we should go but I can't find we
on we should go but it's only me
ennui, ennui

If I stay in bed much longer I think I'll rot.
I wish I had some friends around.
Existential boredom and fun it's not
Everyone I know is out of town.
Trapped inside this cage in my skull
life ain't fun it's really dull.

Mumble the bleedin' chorus again

So I'll stay here and smash things up.
Take a match and torch my rug.
Drink cheap wine till I throw up.
Stare in the mirror at my ugly mug.
Nothing to do, I'm bored oh boy.
Nothing to do, think I'll destroy.

Chorus, for old times' sake

World of Doubt [mp3]

The businesses are closing down,
oh god I hate this fucking town,
briefcases in black and white.
Oil stains this neon street
and slicks the ground beneath my feet
where I walk lonely tonight.

Won't you help me out of this world full of doubt?
I can barely see through this haze.
And I might cease to exist
so won't you please wipe this wist-
ful frown off of my face, off of my face.

Now I'm afraid of dropping dead.
My shoes feel like they're filled with lead
and darkness flavors my sorrow.
It seems so easy to forget
I haven't seen the sunrise yet
but I've seen today turn to tomorrow.

Sing that wacky chorus.

And you know it's all the same:
alienation on condensation.
And I'm caught up in the game.
The time bomb ticks infernal contemplation.

Morning like a tombstone creeps
and dripping 'cross the rooftops seeps
another nightmare of day.
Don't know how long I've stood here for.
The sign says stop and nothing more,
so I guess this is just where I'll stay.

Chorus? You hardly know us.

Red Hair [mp3]

Kind of funny how some things go.
I'm in love with the girl at the end of the road
but I've got a hundred miles to go
and my car will make it when hell gets snow.

I don't wanna be here right now.
I'd rather be way over there.
I don't wanna be here right now.
Can't stand to be without her red hair.

Time drags and the day is gray.
Don't wanna get outta bed today.
Countin' tiles won't keep me sane.
Gotta get some money, buy a ticket on a train.

Repeat chorus with feeling.

She's a hundred miles away,
may as well be a thousand miles away,
may as well be a million miles away.
A mile's too many, I'm lonely today.

Insert chorus here.

Grandma is a Punk [mp3]

Sweet little seventy-five,
she's barely alive.
She's almost dead.
She's out of her head.

Well she's off of her rocker
and she's out on the block. Her
cane is a beauty.
She's kicking some bootie
cause grandma,
grandma is a punk.

She's off her medication.
She's sick of alienation.
Used to dress so gaudy,
now she's piercing her body.

Well she's out to destroy,
gonna get a boy toy.
Gonna shave off her wig,
then she'll call the cop 'pig',
cause grandma,
grandma is a punk.

Grandma is a punk rocker...

There's no more apple pie.
She wants you all to die.
She might be going senile
but now she's spewing bile.

She's got her pantyhose down.
She's gonna knock you around.
Yeah she don't wanna knit.
She's gonna jump in the pit,
cause grandma,
grandma is a punk.

Lull

Gonna get a job
gonna buy a Saab
gonna make some friends
gonna make amends
gonna get a girl
take her for a whirl
gonna preach the gospel
watching "General Hospital".

I'm sorry for what I did to me,
I'm sorry it's not what I meant to be.
I'm sorry for what I did to you.
It's not what I meant to do.

Gonna make a stand
singing in a band
gonna reach the masses
wearing funny glasses
gonna lock the door
take out my .44
gonna kill the sorrow
gonna kill tomorrow.

Dig chorus vibes.

Gonna drive real fast
drive off the overpass
gonna learn how to fly
gonna learn how to die
gonna blow a fuse
get on the TV news
gonna stop the traffic
become an infographic.

Repeat happy-go-lucky chorus.

Anything to Say [mp3]

Well I guess I should have realized
before I opened up my eyes
there was nothing left to see.
But it gets so complicated,
loneliness becoming dated,
no one here but me.

I know that I should just get out and break away.
I don't mind speaking but I can't think of anything
can't think of anything
can't think of anything to say.

And when I'm looking in the mirror
I don't see my reflection
just a face with the proper parts installed.
It used to be that I knew me
but now I've lost that symmetry
since nothingness has called.

Bask in chorus glow
My footsteps aren't worth following
unless you feel like wallowing
in boredom and despair.
I know it sounds a bit pathetic
but it rhymes so it's poetic
and no one fucking cares.

Chorus like you mean it

Stuck in the Mall [mp3]

Went to the mall to get a yogurt that was frozen
but to my dismay the clerk was dozin'
so instead I got a donut, in fact I got a dozen.
Roaches bit my toes and the flies were a'buzzin'.

Stuck in the mall, stuck in the mall,
get me the fuck out of the mall.
Stuck in the mall, stuck in the mall,
I really want to kill them all.
Stuck in the mall, stuck in the mall,
winter spring summer and fall,
stuck in the mall.

I was hungry and feeling like a hot dog on a stick
but as soon as I ordered I started feeling sick.
The donut in my stomach had turned into a comet.
The clerk became privy to my projectile vomit.

Supersized minimall chorus

I puked in Sears but I shed no tears.
I puked on the dumbfucks sitting in Starbuck's.
I took a trip to Macy's, puked on the daisies,
then I puked on old Ronald McDonald.

Mean Mr. mall cop he was not amused.
He arrested me and then I was abused.
He took me to mall jail, it was underneath Sears.
I've been there now for the last seven years.

Chorus Happy Meal

In Love With Billie Joe

I saw you standing all alone after the show.
I said it's time to leave but you didn't want to go.
You said you wanted to stay.
I said it's only Green Day.
I tried to leave but you said no
cause you're in love with Billie Joe.

I should have known from all the posters on your wall
or the "I heart B.J." on the bathroom stall.
I thought it was all in jest,
I thought I'd let it rest.
I was naive, but now I know
that you're in love with Billie Joe.

I'll welcome you to paradise,
it's not just one of my lies,
go to Pasalacqua too.
I think you're the best thing in town
and when I come around
I'm taking the long view.

I'll smoke a lot of pot and dye all my hair blue.
Be in a pop-punk band and sing songs just for you.
Boil up some nice brain stew,
then maybe you'll love me too.
I'll put something here that rhymes with Joe,
cause you're in love with Billie Joe.

Nobody in L.A. Dances at Punk Rock Shows

It's time to dance but you're just standing
It's not like it's too damn demanding
Just move your feet, the rest all flows
Or did you just come here to show off your punk rock clothes?

Everyone's so high and mighty
They never dance but come here nightly
They'll never get a date like that
They've got their attitudes down too pat

All I wanna do is dance
All I wanna do is dance
Want to have fun while I've got the chance
All I wanna do is dance

I want to dance, want to do some bopping
But they've spent their energy going shopping
They stand like dominoes all dressed in style
I want to knock them down in a big bone pile

Emit chorus-like noises and gesticulate

Dance dance dance dance dance

Sing most of the words again and then stop