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Billie Joe Armstrong/Green Day Lyrics

I sit around and watch the tube but, nothing's on
I am idly watching television, but there is nothing of interest on any channel.

I change the channels for an hour or two
I switch channels for an extended period but still cannot find anything engaging to watch.

Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I fidget my fingers out of boredom for a brief period.

I'm sick of all the same old shit
I tire of encountering the same dull and uneventful things repeatedly.

In a house with unlocked doors
I live in a residence with unlocked entrances.

And I'm fucking lazy
I'm downright indolent.

Bite my lip and close my eyes
I grit my teeth and shut my eyelids.

Take me away to paradise
I desire a pleasant, escapist experience.

I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind
My boredom is sufficiently severe that it impairs my vision.

And I smell like shit
I give off a rank odor and have poor hygiene.

Peel me off this Velcro seat and get me moving
Please help me out of this adhesive chair and spur me to action.

I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm too apathetic or weak-willed to do it alone.

I'm feeling like a dog in heat
I am experiencing an intense or desperate impulse but cannot act on it.

Barred indoors from the summer street
I am grounded at home while others are outside enjoying the summer.

I locked the door to my own cell
I sealed my own self-imposed confinement or isolation.

And I lost the key
I lost control of the situation or the means of escape.

I got no motivation
I lack drive or enthusiasm.

Where is my motivation
I wonder why I lack the energy or incentive to act.

No time for motivation
I feel unwilling or unable to make time to find motivation.

Smoking my inspiration
I rely on a detrimental habit as a source of inspiration or coping mechanism.

I sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
I wait around for someone to call me, but nobody does.

Call me pathetic, call me what you will
I acknowledge and accept that others may judge me harshly.

My mother says to get a job
My mother advises me to find employment.

But she don't like the one she's got
My mother dislikes her own job and cannot recommend it.

When masturbation's lost its fun
I indicate that even my usual solitary pleasure has become dull.

You're fucking lonely
I imply that masturbation is a sign of loneliness.

And loneliness has to suffice
I accept that loneliness is the only available option.

Slipping away to paradise
I retreat to a pleasurable mental state.

Some say, quit or I'll go blind
I imply that there are supposed consequences for my frequent and excessive habits.

But it's just a myth
I deny that the supposed consequences of my habits are real or relevant.