Basket Case (Live at Woodstock 1994) Lyrics

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm racking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned?

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm racking up
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just drunk?

Jump

Grasping to control
So, I better hold on

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm racking up
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just drunk?

Jump

Hey, bunch of funny little people
Funny looking
Oh, yeah, look that guy with the green hair
He's a punk rocker
Look, look he's even telling everybody
You fucking hippie
Oh, thank you very much