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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dexter Holland
Dexter Holland
Guitar
Greg Kriesel
Greg Kriesel
Bass Guitar
Noodles
Noodles
Guitar
Ronald Welty
Ronald Welty
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Keith Holland
Bryan Keith Holland
Songwriter
Greg Kriesel
Greg Kriesel
Composer
Kevin Wasserman
Kevin Wasserman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Jerden
Dave Jerden
Producer
Annette Cisneros
Annette Cisneros
Assistant Engineer
Brian Jerden
Brian Jerden
Assistant Engineer
Bryan Carlstrom
Bryan Carlstrom
Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Look at me, I'm fallin' off of a cliff now I can still hear my mama yelling, "No, no, no!" But the words mean nothing, can't catch up to me now And the view is so beautiful all the way down When I was a little boy suckin' juice from a bottle Believing my perceptions were oh-so real But I didn't know nothing, still, knowing nothin' Was just enough for me to know the way I feel This is life What a fucked-up thing we do What a nightmare come true Or a playground, if we choose And I choose Look at me, I'm swollen like a bananafish now I'm never gonna make it, make it out of my hole But I keep on laughing, doesn't really matter There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul When I was a teenager suckin' booze with the Vatos Discussing who was gonna live to be 21 They said they wouldn't make it, they didn't make it We're all naked when the day is said and done This is life What a fucked-up thing we do What a nightmare come true Or a playground, if we choose And I choose Don't know who made this all come true But now, while you're here, you just gotta do What you gotta do One, two, three, four Ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah-ooh Now, if I wasn't such a weenie, do you think you'd still love me? Pretending I'm an airplane on the living room floor Like a lovely generator, you stand right by me And if words were wisdom, I'd be talking even more So I keep on falling as I'm looking back above me Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot (dot) Now I'm, I'm like De Niro, I'm Amarillo And I'll never know when I hit the ground This is life What a fucked-up thing we do What a nightmare come true Or a playground, if we choose Said I choose Said I choose And I choose
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