1.Supermodel Robots
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Not quite a fembot
But almost an alien
She's in the smell of the month club
I feel it in my lungs
Lesbian junkie funky
Slam dunk a cosmonaut
Laser guns and having fun
Biological parking lot
All systems down
So titty-twist a mad scientist
Oh is this the toxic ride
Wrap me up in a plastic bag
And hang me out to dry
Artificial respiration
I need my medication
Load me up and light a match
All systems down and out
It's down and out
All systems down
So titty-twist a mad scientist
Oh is this the toxic ride
Wrap me up in a plastic bag
And hang me out to dry
Lesbian junkie funky
Slam dunk a cosmonaut
Laser guns and having fun
Biological parking lot
All systems down
2.Spike
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Hello, hey, this is Brandon but my friends call me Spike now
I just moved out of my parents house in Danville
To this wicked warehouse in Oakland
Anyway, I spent most of the day spare-changing on the avenue
I started out in front of the Med
But everyone kept saying I looked too young and healthy
So I went up the street to the Gap
Where all the yuppie college kids shop
I was there until about five thirty or six, I scored about ten
bucks
So me and my girlfriend, you met her, she's from La Jolla
Anyway, we got some money from her parents
So we're gonna stop by because
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a
What's that？
Now's not a good time？
What do you mean there's none left？
Well, what the fuck dude？
If I would have known that I would have gone to Concord
What do you mean go back to Concord then？
Dude, you don't even know who you're talking to
Don't make me get all black hawk on your ass
Wait man, I didn't mean that
Come on dude, please
Alright then
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Do you know anyone that's got any？
Do you, do you got a number？
What do you mean you won't give it to me？
I didn't call for a shitty conversation, I called because
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a
Man, I got it rough
When drinking cough syrup just ain't enough and on and on
I'm a teenage rebel, I'm fucking bored
I'm a teenage rebel, I'm fucking bored
Hello, mom, this is Spi, I mean Brandon
I got kicked out of my place in Oakland
I don't really have any place to go so
I was just wondering if I could stay with you or Grandma or
something？
I don't know
My girlfriend dumped me
She moved back to La Jolla
It's kind of drag
I guess, I guess she's gonna go back to school or something
Anyway call me back
Oh, wa, wa, one more thing Mom
I was wondering if I could borrow
Two hundred dollars because
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a fix
I need a
I'm a teenage rebel
3.Hungry Hungry Models
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Shiny working models
Tall gorgeous models
Hungry hungry models
On the runway
Baby, I need jacket
I see through that skirt
Purple plastic earrings
Finger down her throat
Walking like a tiger
Spinning at the end
Hungry hungry models
On the runway
Shiny working models
Tall gorgeous models
Hungry hungry models
On the runway
Hungry hungry models
On the runway
Lucy's kind of nervous
Jeannie's on the pill
Peggy's in pajamas
Stevie's kissing Jill
Shiny working models
Tall gorgeous models
Hungry hungry models
On the runway
Pretty little models
Sitting by the pole
Talking about fashion
Hungry like the wolf
4.Money Money 2020
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Bloody gang of three deep divisions
The bad blood's because of war
International, interracial, confrontational, bitter rival
Bloody gang of three deep divisions
Money, money 2020
Money, money 2020
Bloody gang of three deep divisions
The bad blood's because of war
International, interracial, confrontational, bitter rival
Bloody gang of three deep divisions
Money, money 2020
Money, money 2020
Money, money 2020
Money, money 2020
Money, money
Money, money
Money, money
Money, money
Money, money
Money, money
(2020)
Money, money
Money, money
(2020)
Money, money
Money, money
(2020)
Money, money
Money, money
(2020)
Money, money
Money, money
(2020)
Money, money
Money, money
Money, money
Money, money
2020
5.Joe Robot
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
It has a beginning
(It has a beginning)
It has an end
(It has an end)
It's a beautiful story
(It's a beautiful story)
But it's pretend
(But it's pretend)
It keeps us laughing
(It keeps us laughing)
It makes us cry
(It makes us cry)
It's alive, it's Joe robot
Have tin can, have Joe robot
Where is it going？
(It has a beginning)
Where has it been？
(It has an end)
It's a Trojan horse
(It's a beautiful story)
Or is it friend？
(But it's pretend)
It's alive, it's Joe robot
Have tin can, have Joe robot
Joe robot, Joe robot, Joe robot
Joe robot, Joe robot, Joe robot, Joe robot
Joe robot
6.Hammer of the Gods
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
See your face from afar
Projecting you into a star
Skin so pale and eyes so black
Are you ever coming back？
And do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
Feel alive
Puritan inside your heart
Turning night into art
Decorum might get to you
Projecting you into a God
And do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
The hammer of the Gods？
And do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
Feel alive
Do you feel
The hammer of the Gods？
7.Right Hand-A-Rama
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store
I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more
I'm gonna spend all the money she had
On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine
50 cents cheaper than the real thing
Even though it may be a little bit disgusting
Can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama
It's called a new sensation
Called 'The Right Hand-A-Rama'
I don't know why, I don't know why
It sure feels good most every time
I don't know why, I don't know why
It sure feels good most every time
Alright
Pamela and her five sisters
Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters
A third degree burn going straight to my head
I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted
Close encounters of the strangest kind
I got the heebee jeebes for the hundredth time
It didn't work out the way it was planned
All I got now is a beer in my hand
I don't know why, I don't know why
It sure feels good most every time
I don't know why, I don't know why
It sure feels good most every time
I'll tell you why
Alright
8.Roshambo
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
I don't believe in the apocalypse
I don't believe in the end of time
I don't believe in the solar eclipse
I don't believe in valentines
I don't believe I asked opinion
I don't believe I stretched the truth
I am not looking for a bargain
All I really believe in is you
I don't believe in everything I've read
I don't believe in promises
I don't believe in compromising
My own beliefs inside my head
I don't believe I asked opinion
I don't believe I stretched the truth
I am not looking for a bargain
All I really believe in is you
I don't believe I asked opinion
I don't believe I stretched the truth
I am not looking for a bargain
All I really believe in is you
9.Spastic Society
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Candy cane, null set, credit card
Prescription, nitrogen
Now we're living in a
Definition, visual aid, air condition
Automatic, autostatic
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Synthesize, paralyze, glass eye
Cellophane, aeroplane
Now we're living in a
Catalyst, saccharine, incomplete
Cavity, decompress
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Aluminum, paper cut, centerfold
Pernicious and vicious, acetate
Perfection, hideous, perfection
Now we're living in a
Disinfect, satellite, disconnect, goodnight
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
Spastic society
Spastic society
Now we're living in a
Spastic society
10.Love and Money
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Spin a wheel behind the mark, another deal in the dark
In the red and in the gray, dangerous with a kiss
On a take at the zoo, on a make sniffing glue
In a bind, in your mind, runaway, you're okay
Then you crack
Take a pill wide awake, sanding still on the street
Cut the cord, you're in debt, you're so bored covered in sweat
Kickin' in with a grin, going out with a bang
Huffing fumes walk the line, 'Luftballoons' in my spine
Then you crack
Love and money, well spent, love and money, well spent
And then you crack
11.Reto
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
Reto, you're a technical whiz
Masturbating with computers
For a legion of kids
Reto, you're a solid state
A microchip and designer tape
Oh, Reto, where did you come from？
With transistors and a keyboard
You're a virtual gun
Reto, is there something wrong？
The bigger wired robot is still using its probe
When life's behind the screen of an agoraphobe
Oh, Reto, artificial life
A new computer and a brand new wife
Oh, Reto, can you process this？
A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex
Gamble it away with computer chips, oh, no
Knowing where we're going
Where do we go？
Where we're going
Where do we go？
Where we're going
Where do we go？
Where we're going
Oh, Reto, are you future smart？
Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart
Reto, can you cypher me？
Eight, zero, two, eleven, B
Oh, Reto, it's a stripped down world
Like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl
Reto, it's an S.O.S.
We're microwaving signals like a scientist
Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existence, no
Knowing where we're going
Where do we go？
Knowing where we're going
Where do we go？
Where we're going
Where do we go？
Where we're going
Where do we go？
Reto
12.Transistors Gone Wild
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
This is the age of 'Make-believe' or 'A Reality Series'
Television, murder city dreaming of tomorrow
Am I alive or a fantasy？
Give me murder, give me loss turn the cities into dust man
My brain is melting and it smells like a volcano
Japan animation surgery, drinking nuclear energy
Reservoir spewing toxic, shout, there's no tomorrow
Drinking nuclear energy
Give me murder, give me loss turn the cities into dust man
My brain is melting and it smells like a volcano
Give me murder, give me loss, transistors
Give me murder, give me loss, transistors
Give me murder, give me loss, transistors
Give me murder, give me loss, gone wild
13.Teenagers from Mars
Lyricist：Glenn Danzig
Teenagers from Mars
Well we land in barren fields
On the Arizona plains
The insemination of little girls
In the middle of wet dreams
We are the angel mutants
The streets for us seduction
Our cause injust and ancient
In this 'B' film born invasion
Teenagers from mars and we don't care
Teenagers from mars and we don't care
Teenagers from mars and we don't care
Well we've seen your 3-d movies in violent abduction
We blast your mindless structure and inferior connection
We take your weak resistance, we throw it in your face
We need no introduction for mass anhiliation
Teenagers from mars and we don't care
Teenagers from mars and we don't care
Teenagers from mars and we don't care
Well we need no introduction
No visas or carte blanche
Inhuman reproduction
We're here for what we want
We want, we need it, we'll take it
We want, we need it, we'll take it
We want, we need it, we'll take it
We want, we need it, we'll take it, yeah
Teenagers from Mars and we don't care
Teenagers from Mars and we don't care
Teenagers from Mars and we don't care
Teenagers from Mars and we don't care
Teenagers from Mars and we don't care
Teenagers from Mars and we don't care
Well we don't care
(And we don't care)
Well we don't care
(And we don't care)
Well we don't care
(And we don't care)
Well we don't care
Well we don't care
We'll take it and we'll, we don't care
(And we don't care)
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