Nimrod

Megjelnés: 1997. október 14.

Tracklist: 1. Nice Guys Finish Last
2. Hitchin' a Ride
3. The Grouch
4. Reduntant
5. Scattered
6. All the Time
7. Worry Rock
8. Platypus (I Hate You)
9. Uptight
10. Last Ride In (Instrumental)
11. Jinx
12. Haushinka
13. Walking Alone
14. Reject
15. Take Back
16. King for a Day
17. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
18. Prosthetic Head

Dalok jelentései: 

Nice Guys Finish Last: Egy helyes srácról, aki jól megszívta...

Hitchin' a Ride: Egy történet a szexrõl, a drogokról, míg a világ össze nem
omlik.

The Grouch: Billie Joe ezt a dalt akkor írta, miután egy alkalommal
összekapott Adrienne-el.

Redundant: Klasszikus szerelmes szám. Billie szép szavakkal akarta
elmagyarázni Adrienne-nek, hogy mit érez iránta.

Scattered: Billie mindent felajánl a feleségének, csak hogy megnyerje õt.
All The Time: A szám arról szól, hogy juthatunk ki az alkohol és a drogok
okozta zsákutcából.

Worry Rock: Hasonló, mint a Scattered.

Platypus (I hate you): Billie Joe ezt a dalt egy újságíróról írta, aki
szemétkedett velük, miután a Dookie kijött. (Mielött a Nimrod-ot kiadták
volna, az újságíró meghalt.)

Uptight: Egy öngyilkosról, aki utálta az életet.

Last Ride In: Ez a szám olyan,mint egy hangpróba, csak hangszerek szólalnak
meg benne, ének nélkül.

Jinx: Egy lányról, aki kedvelte Billie Joe-t.

Haushinka: Billie Joe egyszer találkozott egy japán lánnyal, akit
Haushinkának hívtak. Ebben a számban  rá emlékezik.

Walking Alone: Egy pozícióba vágod magad, mikor csak elõre akarsz menni.

Reject: Egy szülõrõl szól, akinek a fia egy Dookie cd-t kapott a
nagymamájától a 8. szülinapjára. A szülõ írt egy levelet Billie Joe-nak a
dalszövegekrõl, és arról a véleményérol, hogy szerinte ez nem igazi zene.

Take Back: A szám arról szól, hogy vannak olyan emberek, akik sajnos
alkalmatlanok arra, hogy megbocsássanak nekik...

King For A Day: Egy fiúról, aki nõi ruhába öltözik.

Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life): A dal arról szól, hogy nézz vissza az
életed eddigi történetén, és lásd, hogy miben fáradtál el.

Prosthetic Head: Arról szól, hogy néha szeretnénk valaki más életét élni

Dalszövegek:

Nice Guys Finish Last

Nice guys finish last
You're running out of gas
Your sympathy will get you left behind
Sometimes you're at your best, when you look the worst
Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane
I'm so fucking happy I could cry
Every joke can have it's truth and now the joke's on you
I never knew you were such a funny guy.

Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine

Living on command
You're shaking lots of hands
Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need
Bite the hand that feeds
You kill your memory

Hitchin’ a Ride

Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt. 1,2. 1,2,3,4.

Cold turkeys getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no.

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1,2. 1,2,3,4.
Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I say Shit!

The Grouch

I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
This world owes me so fuck you

Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so fuck you

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideas
I had a young and optimistic point of view

I've decomposed yet my gut's getting fat
Oh my God, I'm turning out like my Dad
I'm always rude, I've a bad attitude
The world owes me so fuck you

The wife's a nag and the kids fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me so fuck you

Redundant

We're living in repetition
Content in the same old shtick again
Now the routine's turning to contention
Like a production line going over and over and over
Roller coaster

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words

Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous
Taken for granted now
Now I waste it, I faked it, I ate it, now I hate it

'Cause I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words, now I cannot speak

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words

Scattered

I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
All the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

Loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat
Gagging on a souvenir
Lodged to fill another year
Drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving my self wide open
Living out a sacrifice

If you got no one and I got no place to go
Would it be alright? Could it be alright?

All the Time

All the time
Every time I need it
What's the time
I'd say the time is right
Here's to me
Let's find another reason down the hatch
And a bad attitude
Salud
Wasting time
Wasting time
Down a bum fuck road and
I don't know where the hell it'll go
Heirlooms and huffing fumes and I'm picking up the pace
And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall

All the time
A new years resolution how soon that we forget
Doing time
Loving every minute
Live it up on another let down
Salud

Promises
Promises
It was all set in stone
Cross my heart and hope to die
Sugar fix
Dirty tricks and a trick question
Guess I should have read between the lines
Having the time of my life
Watching the clock tick

All the time
Where did all the time go
It's too late to say good night
Time flies when you're having fun
Times up when you work like a dog
Salud

Worry Rock

Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride

A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall

Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

Platypus (I hate you)

Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground

No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell
you all the things you want to hear
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

I heard you're sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die

Dickhead, fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking,
Asshole, dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY

Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave

Uptight

I woke up on the wrong side of the floor.
Made made my way through the front door.
Broke my engagement with myself.
Perfect picture of bad health,
Another notch scratched on my belt.
The future just ain't what it used to
be.
I got a new start on a dead end road.
Peaked.
Peaked out on reaching new lows,
Owe I paid off all my debts to myself.
Perfect picture of bad health,
Another notch scratched on my belt.
The future's in my living room.

Uptight, I'm a nag with a gun,
All night, suicide's last call.
I've been uptight all night.
I'm a son of a gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun.

Jinx

I fucked up again it's all my fault
So turn me around and face the wall
Read me my rights and tell me I'm wrong
Until it gets into my thick skull

A slap on the wrist
A stab in the back
Torture me, I've been a bad boy
Nail me to the cross until you have won
I lost before I did any wrong

I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck
Keep you distance 'cause it's rubbing off
Or you will be darned to spend your life in heck
Or earth with me tangled at your feet
You finally met you nemesis disguised as your fatal long lost love
So kiss it good bye
Until death do we part
You fell for a jinx for crying out loud

Haushinka

Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name.
I met her on the eve of my birthday.
Did she know.
Did she know, before she went away,
Does she know?
But its too damn late

This girl has gone far away. Now she's gone.

All I have now is a memory to date.
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name.
I didn't know. I didn't know, before she went away.
I know now. I know now, and it's too damn late.

Will she ever find her way?
I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I?
Yet again I'm kicking myself, and I'll be here in battle scars,
waiting for you.
Waiting for you now.

Walking Alone

Come together like a foot in a shoe
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth
Thinking out loud and acting in vain
Knocking over anyone that stands in my way

Sometimes I need to apologize
Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello
Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone

Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground,
Yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around
Isn't that another familiar face?
Too drunk to figure out they're fading away

Reject
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And what's my master plan
What makes you think that it includes you?
Self-righteous wealth
Stop flattering yourself
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Sucking up you social sect
Making you a nervous wreck
To hell and back and hell again I've gone
You're not my type
Not my type

What's the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you're told
So listen up and shut the hell up
It ain't no big deal
And I'll see you in hell
So when the smoke clears here I am
Your reject all-American

Falling from grace, right on my face
To hell and back and hell again I've gone

Take Back

You pushed me once too far again
I'd like to break your fucking teeth
Stick a knife in the center of your back
You better grow some eyes in the back of your head
I fight dirty, just like your looks
Can't take, can't take, can't take anymore

Take back, take back, take

The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue
An eye for an eye
Gun for a gun
Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine
Expect it when you're least expecting it
No loss of love, the smell of regret
Lights out can't take anymore

Take back, take back, take back, take back

Shit

King For a day

Started at the age of 4.
My mother went to the grocery store.
Went sneaking through her bedroom door to find something in a size 4.

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys get get a load of me.

My daddy threw me in therapy.
He thinks I'm not a real man.
Who put the drag in the drag queen.
Don't knock it until you tried it.

Good Riddance

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life.....

It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life.....

It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life.....

Prothestetic Head

I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.
Self-effaced, what's his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up.

You have a growth that must be treated
Like a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you can't see it.
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know.
You don't say.

And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic.