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Misery
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Misery was released on October 3, 2000 by Reprise as a part of the album Warning:
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Release DateOctober 3, 2000
LabelReprise
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Bass Guitar
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Drums
James Creepies
James Creepies
Vibraslap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Songwriter
David Campbell
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Green Day
Green Day
Producer
Ken Allardyce
Ken Allardyce
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
Josh Weaver
Josh Weaver
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the trunk
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
[Verse 2]
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhandling misery
[Verse 3]
And he's gonna get high, high, high
When he's low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams, "Why oh why?"
I said, "I don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
[Verse 4]
Well, Vinnie was  a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown
They found him in a Cadillac
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat
In the name of misery
[Verse 5]
Well, Gina hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virginia and the dope
That kissed the bride eternally
[Verse 6]
And they're gonna get high, high, high
When they're low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed, "Why oh why?"
I said, "I don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
[Verse 7]
Well, hellhounds on your trail now once again, boy
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
'Cause it's not what you make, it's what you leave
[Verse 8]
And we're gonna get high, high, high
When we're low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams, "Why oh why?"
I said, "I don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Written by: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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