Tight Wad Hill — текст песни (Green Day)

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