Trash TV

I just wanna hang around
Make myself a mess, I must confess
It all to girls that I once knew
I just wanna have myself a ball
Lipstick and some Tylenol
And razor blades
Midnight afternoons

I'm just blowing bubbles
Drowning on my troubles
Subtle isn't something that I do

Do you ever want to know
Nothing about the afterlife
From yesterday's television news
I just want to set myself ablaze
Comb my hair in mayonnaise
Cause I don't care
I am just annoyed

Can I get a witness
One more shot of sickness
I just wanna have something to do

Well, here's to all my friends
The ones that ain't dead yet
How did we get so far from home?
Well, here's to all my friends
The ones that ain't dead yet
Your wander days are left to roam

Well, here's to all my friends
The ones that ain't dead yet
How did we get so far from home?
Well, here's to all my friends
The ones that ain't dead yet
Your wander days are left to roam



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Elliot, Billie Joe Armstrong, Jason White, William Schneider
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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