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«Insomniac Lyrics



These are the lyrics from the album Insomniac (REPRISE,1995).

Armatage Shanks
Brat
Stuck With Me
Geek Stink Breath
No Pride
Babs Uvula Who?
86
Panic Song
Stuart and the Ave.
Brain Stew
Jaded
Westbound Sign
Tight Wad Hill
Walking Contradiction


Armatage Shanks


Stranded...lost inside myself
My own worst friend
My own closest enemy
Branded...Maladjusted

Never trust anyone
Ley alone myself
I must insist
On being a pessimist

Im a loner in a catastrophic mind
Elected the ejected
I perfected the science of the idiot

No meaning...No Healing
Self loathing freak and introverted
Deviot



Stuck With Me

Im not part for your elite
Im just alright
Class structure waving colours
Bleeding from my throat
Not subcervient to you
Im just alright
Down classed by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope

Cast out...Buried in a hole
Struck down...forcing me to fall
Destroyed...giving up the fight

I know im not alright
Whats my price and you will pay it
If its alright?
Take it from my dignity
Waste it until its dead
Throw me back into the gutter
'Cause its alright

Find another pleasure fucker
Drag them down to hell

Geek Stink Breath

Im on a mission
I made my decision
Lead a path of self destruction
A slow progession
Killing my complexion
An its rotting out my teeth

Im on a roll
Lose some control
Im blowing of steam with
Meth Amphetamine
Dont know what i want
But thats all that ive got
And im picking scabs of my face
Every hour my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating outa time

I found a treasure
Filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thick white line
Im on a mission
I got no decision like a cripple
Running the rat race
Wish in one hand and shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first


No Pride

Im just a mutt
And no where is my home
Where dignitys a land mine
In the school of lost hope

Ive panhandled for life because
Im not afraid to beg
Hand me your lost and founds
Of second hand regret

You better swallow your pride
Or youre gonna choke on it
You better digest you values
Cos they turn to shit

Honors gonna knock you down
Before your chance to stand up and fight
I know im not the one
I got no pride
Sects of disconnection
And traditions of lost faith
No cultures worth a stream of piss
Or a bullet in my face

To hell with unity
Seperations gonna kill us all
Torn to shreads and disjointed
Before the final fall


Babs Uvula Who?

Ive got a knack for fucking everything up
My temper files and i get myself all wound up
My fuse is short and blood presure is high
I losr control and get myself all wound up
Tension mounts and i fly off the wall
I self destruct and i get myself all wound up
Petulance and irritation sets in
I throw a tanturm and get myself all wond up
Chip on my shoulder and leach on my back
Stuck in a rut and i get myself and i get myself all wound up
Killed my composure and it will never come back
Loss control and get myself all wound up
Blown out of proporation again
My temper flies and i get meyself all wound up
Spontaneous combustion
Panic attack
I slipped a gear and i get myself all wound up


86

What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity

So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...

Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket
And quickly take the last train out of town

So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't ket the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...



Panic Song

Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of
Anguish... mass confusion

The world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with... I don't care

There's a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing's left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate

The world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with... I don't care



Stuart and the Ave.

Standing on the corner of
Stuart and the Avenue
Ripping up my transfer
And a photograph of you
You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existance
As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance

Well,Destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all fucked up

Seasons change as well as minds
And I'm a two faced clown
You're mummy's little nightmare
Driving daddy's car around
I'm beat down and half brain dead
The long lost king of fools
I may be dumb
But I'm not stupid enough to stay with you

Well,Destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all fucked up

Well,Destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all fucked up

All fucked up...
All fucked up...



Brain Stew

I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind

On my own... here we go

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room

On my own... here we go

My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium

On my own... here we go

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room

On my own... here we go


Jaded

Somebody keep my balance
I think I'm falling off
Into a state of regression
The expiration date
Rapidly coming up
It's leaving me behind to rank

Always move forward
Going "straight" will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere

I'm taking one step sideways
Leading with my crutch
Got a fucked up equilibrium
Count down from 9 to 5
Hooray! We're gonna die!
Blessed into our extinction

Always move forward
Going "straight" will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere

Always move forward
Going "straight" will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere


Westbound Sign

Boxed up
All of her favorite things
Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale
Big plans and leaving friends and
A westbound sign
Weighed out
Her choices on a scale
Prevailing nothing made sense
Just transportation and a
Blank decision...

She's taking off
Taking off...
Taking off...
Taking off...

No time and no copping out
She's burning daylight and petrol
Blacked out the rearview mirror
Heading westward on
Strung out
On confusion road
And ten minute nervous breakdowns
Xanex a beer for thought
And she determined...

She's taking off
Taking off...
Taking off...
Taking off...

Is it salvation?
Or an escape from discontent?
Will she find her name
In the California cement?
Punched out of the grind
That punched her one too many times...
Is tragedy 2000 miles away?
She's taking off
Taking off...
Taking off...
Taking off...


Tight Wad Hill

Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker 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 existance

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


Walking Contradiction

Do as I say not as I do because
The shit so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet's fat and so is my head
Hit and run and then I'll hit you again
I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb

Standards set and broken all the time
Control the chaos behind a gun
Call it as I see it even if
I was born deaf, blind and dumb
Losers winning big on the lottery
Rehab rejects still sniffing glue
Constant refutation with myself
I'm a vicitm of a catch 22

I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right

Do as I say not as I do because
The shit so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet's fat and so is my head
Hit and run and then I'll hit you again
I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb

I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right

I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right






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