Lyrics Tight Wad Hill - Green Day

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 existence
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