Tight Wad Hill Lyrics by Green Day

Tight Wad Hill Lyrics

    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 existance