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Request explanation. Ask us or our community about the part of the song that interests you We will try to respond as soon as possible. Keep posting annotations and earn respect from LyricsMode community. Cancel Correct. Why not create an account? Leave your name in the history! That person accuses the narrator of losing his identity and thus being unworthy of their company, let alone friendship. They merely describe what has been said leaving the decision about whether those words are just or not to the listener.
However, the rage and regret that the song is filled with show how emotionally attached the musicians are to that song since it was inspired by their personal experience. 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 ass 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. Most likely this song was inspired by feelings that overwhelm you during a panic attack.
The devastating and ultimate fright that grabs your mind and body emphasizing all of your deepest and darkest fears, it tears you out of reality and destroys you from the inside; your body is under so much pressure that in the end it just goes limp, limp with hate. In this song the narrator describes his disgust towards the "sick machine" that this world is, he says that there is so much shit in the world that it just keeps bringing more and more hatred, and in the end there's so much of this hatred that it makes you empty and all you can do is just not care anymore.
The song basically says "Stop the Earth, I wanna get off!
Ready for a cheap escape On the brink of self-destruction Widespread panic Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down these thoughts of Anguish The world is a sick machine Breeding a mass of shit 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 is a breakup song, filled with bad feelings and resentment. He rips up a photograph of her, and says that "before it [the relationship] might have made some sense, but now it's all fucked up.
He sings that she is just a "blur of my dead past," yet he is now standing "laughing on the corner of insignificance. 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 existence 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 fucked 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. From 67 votes. A song about insomnia I'm having trouble trying to sleep. The whole first verse describes the author trying every method to fall asleep.
Counting sheep, Still I try, Crosstops.
Stuart and the Ave. Lyrics: Standing on the corner of Stuart and the avenue / Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you / You're a blur of. 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.
He is alone while everyone else is already asleep on my own. The next verse describes his state eyes feel like they're gonna bleed, dried up and bulging, mouth is dry, face is numb, fucked up and spun out in my room. How he's ready to pry his eyes out from the pain and he's doing random stuff like spinning to tire himself. The author begins to go a little insane and begins hallucinating mind is set on overdrive, clock is laughing in my face, senses dulled passed the point of delirium.
He has tried everything and begins to give up. I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by, 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 Fucked 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 sense is dulled Passed the point of delirium On my own, here we go. The author gets so delirious he can't stand straight anymore keep my balance, falling off. He begins to loose his mind and starts acting like a child, crying and whining about everything state of regression. He can feel himself dying slowly from insomnia expiration date rapidly coming up and how it is leaving him with an empty shell of his old self leaving me behind to rank.
The line " Always move forward, going straight will get you nowhere " represents how the author has been trying to move towards recovery but has failed. He counts his steps, and imagines them as a countdown to his death countdown from 9 to 6, hooray we're gonna die! 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 fucked up equilibrium Countdown from 9 to 5 Hooray!
We're gonna die Blessed into our extinction. From 58 votes. This song describes a girl that made a very serious decision - to move far away from her home, family and friends to try and find new happiness in the "California cement". Everything's ready for the move, she's determined, yet scared and insecure.
Will she be happy there? Is this the right thing to do? This was not an easy decision and it will not be an easy change. She's not sure whether she's moving because she wants to be where she's going, or because she doesn't want to be where she was "Is it salvation, or an escape from discontent? It's too late to doubt now, the decision is made - "she's taking off".
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. No time and no copping out She's burning daylight and petrol Blacked out the rearview mirror Heading westward on. Strung out on confusion road And ten-minute nervous breakdowns Xanax, a beer for thought And she's determined. Oh, is this 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 miles away? The lyrics of this song show that the author's attitude towards the kind of activities that happened on Tight Wad Hill is now far from joy. Just like in most songs on Insomniac, his words are filled with sarcasm and bitter regret. The song might also have a broader meaning - it might be expressing the author's regret and confusion about the kind of life he used to lead when he was younger.
He sees now that it wasn't as much fun as it seemed. In fact, when you look at it, it is pathetic, takes away people's dignity and leads nowhere. The junkies can boast as much as they want about the pleasure that drugs bring - their lifestyle still arouses nothing but pity, because their lives aren't worth much - "living out a lie". 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 existence. The narrator of this song claims to be a walking contradiction and brings up examples of how he refutes and opposes himself - "I'm a smart ass, but I'm playing dumb", "I have no belief, but I believe Indeed, it seems that the world is contradicting itself in so many ways.
How often do we complain about the ever-present Murphy's Law and Catch 22? Life itself is a walking contradiction. Certain parts of this song might have been inspired by the side effects of success. When your music is good, a lot of people start liking it - and then they say you sold out and start hating the exact same things they used to like about you before.
And somehow by doing what you like, you turn into something that you hate. It is believed that there is no such thing as "a popular punk band", yet that's exactly what Green Day managed to become. A walking contradiction. Do as I say, not as I do because The shit's 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 A smart ass 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 Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say. Rating: 4. Please wait…. Armatage Shanks. Song Rating Meaning Lyrics. Rating: 3. 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 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.
Stuck With Me. 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 Well, 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 fucker Drag them down to hell Cast out, buried in a hole Struck down, forcing me to fall Destroyed, giving up the fight Well, I know I'm not alright.
Geek Stink Breath. 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 shit 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. Well 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 shit 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 You better swallow your pride Or you're gonna choke on it You better digest your values Because they turn to shit 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.
Bab's Uvula Who? The title of the song is taken from a Saturday Night Live sketch called "Babs' Uvula", in which a uvula specialist Chevy Chase was playing the "Knock, knock, who's there" joke with his patient Babs Gilda Radner : Knock, knock. Who's there?
Babs' uvula. Babs' uvula who? I've got a knack for fucking 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 set in I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up I lose myself 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 myself 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 I lose control and i'm all wound up I lose myself and i'm all wound up.
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 ass 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 ass There's no return from 86 Don't even try. Panic Song.