When I Come Around

As one music journalist put it — “it’s a mutant sun-ripe beef tomato of a pop guitar romp featuring the rhyming of ‘loser’ with ‘user’ and - heck! - ‘accuser’ just like they were The Monkeys.”

I heard you crying loud, all the way across town
'Cause you been searching for that someone
And it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself

Well, don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
Sleazin' my back yard so don't get
So uptight you been thinking about ditching me

No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around

Well, I heard it all before, so don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
To try and slag me down because I know you're right

So go do what you like, make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
Was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just not right

No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around

No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around

When I come around
When I come around
When I come around

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Written by: Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard

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