On Hold for the Apocalypse
Green Day

Verse 1:
I’m stuck here on the line, waitin’ for a sign,
Internet’s slower than a turtle doing time.
Got a love-hate relationship, just you and me,
Can’t stream my show, just static and agony.

Pre-Chorus:
So I’m yellin’ at the phone, like a scorned overgrown,
Customer service isn’t gettin’ it, it’s getting old.
Can you hear me now, or are you just a ghost?
I might go postal, like I’m livin’ in a post.

Chorus:
I’m on hold for the apocalypse,
Time to lose my grip—uh oh, I’m feelin’ it!
Gonna snap like a rubber band in a noose,
When the world’s gettin’ crazy, I’m the biggest excuse.

Verse 2:
Robot voices tellin’ me to 'please hold tight',
Feels like I’m livin’ in an endless fight.
Flippin’ through channels, but I’m outta luck,
Wavin’ my fists like a drama queen in a truck.

Pre-Chorus:
Gonna tune out the noise, and make some choice,
Retrain my anger like a bad little voice.
Drivin’ me insane, can’t you see my pain?
Tell me what’s glitchin’, I’ll break free from this chain.

Chorus:
I’m on hold for the apocalypse,
Time to lose my grip—uh oh, I’m feelin’ it!
Gonna snap like a rubber band in a noose,
When the world’s gettin’ crazy, I’m the biggest excuse.

Bridge:
Caught in a digital storm, hear me roar,
Got a pocket full of puns, and a heart full of war.
So, Mr. Internet, hear my demand,
‘Fix it or forget it, just give me a hand.’

Verse 3:
Push my buttons just like a video game,
Under pressure but I’m not the one to blame.
Armed with sarcasm, yeah, I’m feelin’ bold,
As I craft this anthem—in case I explode!

Chorus:
I’m on hold for the apocalypse,
Time to lose my grip—uh oh, I’m feelin’ it!
Gonna snap like a rubber band in a noose,
When the world’s gettin’ crazy, I’m the biggest excuse.

Outro:
So raise your glass, for all the ones who snap,
Who flip the script and avoid the trap.
Here’s to the chaos, and all the fun,
We’re almost at the end, hey, I think I won!


Fade out:
So I’m on hold, while the clock ticks slow,
Countin’ down each moment, man, I gotta go.