Green Day
Worry Rock
Nimrod (1997)
Transcribed By: Kraig Wood

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

A knocked down, dragged down 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 the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets, and I'll gurantee we'll have the road.

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

Another sentimental argument, and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again, dragged it through the mud.

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