Текст песни Green Day - Tight Wad Hill

Cheapskate on a hill
A thrillseeker 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 existence

Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn tight wad hill

Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn tight wad hill