Hurry up, hurry up, get moving Just to fall down again I'm looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk And I'm feeling like a lunatic Fuck it up, live it up, and give up Stay-at-home wanderlust I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag I'm as useless as a drum and a crippled ballerina
Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling Madness, ballyhoo
Hey Yuh
Listen up, listen I've been drinking Touched by the hand of luck I'm waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun Like a star that's blowing up It's a curse, it's at worst a blessing God and his only son Ah, mama raised the bomb, chewing bubblegum With a head full of trouble and a lesser main offender
Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling Madness, ballyhoo
Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling Madness, ballyhoo
Hey Yuh
Compositores: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt & Tré Cool