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Armatage
Shanks
Stranded...lost inside
myself
My own worst friend
My own closest enemy
Branded...maladjusted
Never trusted anyone
Let alone myself
I must insist
On being a pessimist
I'm a loner in a catastrophic
mind
Elected the rejected
I perfected the science of the
idiot
No meaning...no healing
Self loathing freak and
introverted deviot
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Brat
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
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Stuck
with Me
I'm not part of your elite
I'm just alright
Class structure waving colors
Bleeding from my throat
Not subserviant 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
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
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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 thin white
line
I'm on a mission
I 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
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No
Pride
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
Seperation's gonna kill us
all
Torn to shreds and disjointed
Before the final fall
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Bab's
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 sets
in
I throw a tantrum and I get
myself 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 myelf
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
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86
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
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Panic
Song
Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self
destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts
of
Anguish... mass confusion
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
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Stuart
and the Ave.
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
As I stand laughing on the corner
of insignificance
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
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Brain
Stew
I'm having trouble trying to
sleep
I'm counting sheep but running
out
As time ticks by
And 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 dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
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Jaded
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
Count down from 9 to 5
Hooray! We're gonna
die!
Blessed into our extinction
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Westbound
Sign
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... she's taking
off
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
Xanex a beer for thought
And she determined... She's
taking off
Is it 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 2000 miles away?
She's taking off
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Tight
Wad Hill
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
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Walking
Contradiction
Do as I say not as I do
because
The shit 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
I'm 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 22
I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right
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