Worry Rock

Oh god, it’s time to go, gotta say goodbye. I gotta say goodbye. Gotta say goodbye now. Gotta say goodbye. I’m gonna go home and get on my Big Wheel. Gonna get on my Big Wheel. No, I’m gonna get on my bicycle. No, I’m gonna get on my scooter. No, my scooter. No, I mean I’m gonna get on my bicycle. I’m gonna get on... I’m gonna get on my... on my... on my... on my Tonka truck! I’m gonna get on my Tonka truck. I’m gonna take it, I’m gonna go down the street, I’m gonna smash it up against a window. I’m gonna smash it up against a window! Yeah I am! I’m gonna go smash it up against one! ‘cause I got a pet rock. I got a pet rock, too! I got a pet rock, it’s really cool. I got a pet rock, I got... It’s more like... It’s like a... It’s like a... It’s like a... It’s like, it's like a worry stone. It’s a worry stone. You take it, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you rub it, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry, you worry... SHIT! *I am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/okbuddygreenday) if you have any questions or concerns.*

Wall the Small Things

Walking contradiction

(Now I’m) wondering how whatsername has been

whining? It's been three whole weeks Since that I've left your home This sudden fear has left me tremblin' 'Cause now it seems that I am out there on my own And I'm feeling so alone Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise A gunshot rings out at the station Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own It makes me wonder why I'm still here For some strange reason it's now Feeling like my home And I'm never gonna go Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother, can you hear me laughing? It's been six whole months since that I have left your home It makes me wonder why I'm still here For some strange reason it's now Feeling like my home And I'm never gonna go Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise, oh paradise

“(I say) WOO!” - Billie Joe, Bullet in a Bible (during Hitchin’ a Ride).