- Songwriters: Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
3 a.m., I'm drunk again
My head is standing underneath my puke
So make it stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off
Sedatives and dizzy spells
And spilling my guts beneath my puke
So make it stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop I'm getting off
Well, slipped into a coma once again
Where's my organ donor to lend a hand
So when you think you're all alone
No one's left to come around
Drop like flies and empathize
'Cause I know that I will someday
And I know that I will suffocate
Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate
One night stands and cheap regrets
I take another drag off of my cigarette
So stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off
One last stop for one track mind
Just give me shelter, give me give me something
Make it stop, I'm getting off
Make it stop, I'm getting off
Well, slipped into a coma once again
Where's my organ donor to lend a hand
So when you think you're all alone
No one's left to come around
Drop like flies and empathize
'Cause I know that I will someday
And I know that I will suffocate
Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate
So when you think you're all alone
No one's left to come around
Drop like flies and empathize
'Cause I know that I will someday
And I know that I will suffocate
'Cause I know that I will someday
And I know that I will suffocate
Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate
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