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Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Well maybe I'm the faggot America I'm not a part of a redneck agenda Now everybody do the propaganda And sing along to the age of paranoia Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't want to be an American idiot One nation controlled by the media Information age of hysteria It's going out to idiot America Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue |
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| 2. |
| 9:08 |
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Part I: Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia The bible of none of the above On a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix Sitting on my crucifix A living room for my private womb While the moms and Brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes And mary jane to keep me insane Doing someone else's cocaine And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Part II: City of the Damned At the center of the earth, in the parking lot Of the 7-11 where I was taught the motto was just a lie It says "Home is where your heart is" but what a shame 'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same, it's beating out of time City of the dead at the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall, and so it seemed to confess It didn't say much, but it only confirmed That the center of the earth is the end of the world, and I could really care less City of the dead at the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care Part III: I Don't Care I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I don't care Everyone's so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradles to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the middle east We are the stories and disciples of The Jesus of Suburbia Land of make believe And it don't believe in me Land of make believe And it don't believe and I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care Part IV: Dearly Beloved Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh, therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse Part V: Tales From Another Broken Home To live and not to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run, I run away The lights of masochists And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line A million and one fucking times But not this time I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken home You're leaving You're leaving You're leaving You're leaving home |
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| 3. |
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Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called "Faith And Misery" And bleed, their company lost the war today I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protester has crossed the line To find the money's on the other side Can I get another amen? (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around a score of men A gag, a plastic bag on a monument I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday The representative from California has the floor... Sieg Heil to the President Gasman Bombs away is your punishment Pulverize the Eiffel Towers We'll criticize your government Bang bang goes the broken glass, man Kill all fags and don't agree Trials by fire, setting fires Is not a way that's meant for me Just 'cause Just 'cause, because we're outlaws, yeah I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives This is our lives on holiday |
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| 4:21 |
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I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a... My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright Check my vital signs I know I'm still alive and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a... My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah Ah-ah, Ah-ah I walk alone I walk a... I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk a... My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone... |
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| 2:43 |
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Starry nights
City lights Coming down over me Skyscrapers Stargazers in my head Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting unknown This dirty town Was burning down in my dreams Lost and found City bound in my dreams And screaming Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting And screaming Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting Forget-me-nots Second thoughts Live in isolation Heads or tails Fairytales in my mind Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting unknown The rage and love The story of my life The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie And screaming Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting And screaming Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting unknown Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting And screaming Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting unknown Are we? We are Are we? We are the waiting unknown |
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| 6. |
| 2:55 |
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St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two, one, two, three, four My name is Jimmy and you'd better not wear it out Suicide commando that your mama talked about King of the forty thieves and I'm here to represent The needle in the vein of the establishment I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes and Ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city in the halo of lights Product of war and fear that we've been victimized I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Are you talking to me? I'll give you something to cry about St. Jimmy! My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun I'm the one that's from the way outside I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun In the cult of the life of crime I really hate to say it but I told you so So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, old boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood And the resident leader at the lost and found It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy And that's my name And don't wear it out! |
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| 7. |
| 3:26 |
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Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head It`s like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind And I can`t take this feeling anymore Drain the pressure from the swelling This sensation`s overwhelming Give me a long kiss goodnight And everything will be alright Tell me that I won`t feel a thing So give me Novacaine Out of body and out of mind Kiss the demons out of my dreams I get the funny feeling that’s alright Johnny says it`s better than here I’ll tell you what Drain the pressure from the swelling This sensation`s overwhelming Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright Tell me that I won`t feel a thing So give me Novacaine Aaah Novacaine ... Drain the pressure from the swelling This sensation`s overwhelming Give me a long kiss goodnight And everything will be alright Tell me that I won`t feel a thing So give me Novacaine Give Me Novacaine by American Idiot Cast and Green Day |
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| 2:00 |
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She's a rebel
She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction From Chicago To Toronto She's the one that they Call old whatsername She's a symbol Of resistance And she's holding on my Heart like a hand grenade Is she dreaming What I'm thinking? Is she the mother of all bombs Gonna detonate Is she trouble Like I'm trouble Make it a double twist of fate Or a melody that She sings the revolution The dawning of our lives She brings this liberation That I just can't define Nothing comes to mind She sings the revolution The dawning of our lives She brings this liberation That I just can't define Nothing comes to mind She's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction She's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction She's a rebel And she's dangerous She's a rebel And she's dangerous |
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| 3:34 |
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She's an extraordinary girl in an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away He lacks the courage in his mind, like a child left behind Like a pet left in the rain She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Some days she feels like dying She gets so sick of crying She sees a mirror of herself, an image she wants to sell To anyone willing to buy He steals the image in her kiss from her heart's apocalypse From the one called Whatsername She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Some days he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Some days he feels like dying, some days it's not worth trying Now that they both are finding she gets so sick of crying She's an extraordinary girl An extraordinary girl An extraordinary girl An extraordinary girl |
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| 4:06 |
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Nobody likes you
Everyone left you They're all out without you Having fun Where have all the bastards gone? The underbelly stacks up ten high The dummy failed the crash test, collecting unemployment checks A flunky only along for the ride Where have all the riots gone? As this city's motto gets pulverized "Once in love, is now in debt" on your birth certificate So strike the fucking match to light this fuse The town bishop's an extortionist And he don't even know that you exist Standing still when it's do or die You'd better run for your fucking life It's not over 'til you're underground It's not over before it's too late This city's burning, it's not my burden It's not over before it's too late There is nothing left to analyze Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself? And where will we all go when it's too late? And don't look back... You're not the Jesus of Suburbia The St. Jimmy is a figment of Your father's rage and your mother's love Made me the idiot America It's not over 'til you're underground It's not over before it's too late This city's burning, it's not my burden It's not over before it's too late Well, she said "I can't take this place I'm leaving it behind" Well, she said "I can't take this town I'm leaving you tonight" |
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Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last
Wake me up, when September ends Like my father's come to pass, seven years has gone so fast Wake me up, when September ends Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost Wake me up, when September ends Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last Wake me up, when September ends Ring out the bells again, like we did when spring began Wake me up, when September ends Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost Wake me up, when September ends Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last Wake me up, when September ends Like my father's come to pass, twenty years has gone so fast Wake me up, when September ends Wake me up, when September ends Wake me up, when September ends |
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| 12. |
| 9:19 |
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Part I: The Death of St. Jimmy
My heart is beating from me, I am standing all alone Please call me only if you are coming home Waste another year flies by, waste a night or two You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope There's a glow of light The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night Bearing gifts and trust A fixture in the city of lust What the hell's your name? What's your pleasure, what is your pain? Do you dream too much? Do you think what you need is a crutch? In the crowd of pain St. Jimmy comes without any shame He says we're fucked up but we're not the same And mom and dad are the ones you can blame Jimmy died today He blew his brains out into the bay In the state of mind It's my own private suicide Part II: East 12th Street Well, nobody cares, well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Well, nobody cares, well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Jesus filling out paperwork now At the facility on East 12th Street He's not listening to a word now He's in his own world and he's daydreaming He'd rather be doing something else now Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly He's life's on the line with anxiety now She had enough and he had plenty Somebody get me out of here Anybody get me out of here Somebody get me out of here Get me the fuck right out of here So far away, I don't want to stay Get me out of here right now I just wanna be free, is there a possibility? Get me out of here right now This lifelike dream ain't for me Part III: Nobody Likes You I fell asleep while watching Spike TV After ten cups of coffee and you're still not here Dreaming of a song, but something went wrong And you can't tell anyone 'cause no one's here Left me here alone And I should have stayed home After ten cups of coffee, I'm thinking Where'd you go? Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you Having fun Everyone left you Nobody likes you They're all out without you Having fun Where'd you go? Part IV: Rock 'n Roll Girlfriend Jeez... I got a rock and roll band I got a rock and roll life I got a rock and roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock and roll house I got a rock and roll car I play the shit out of the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I got a kid in the Bay I haven't drank or smoked nothing in over twenty-two days So get off of my case, off of my case, off of my case Part V: We're Coming Home Again Here they come marching down the street Like in desperation, murmur of a heartbeat Coming back from the edge of town Underneath their feet The time has come and it's going nowhere Nobody ever said that life was fair now Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear In the summer heat The world is spinning around and around, out of control again From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down So send my love a letterbomb and visit me in hell We're the ones going... Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again I started fucking running As soon as my feet touched ground We're back in the barrio And to you and me that's Jingletown That's home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Home, we're coming home again Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you Having fun |
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| 4:12 |
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Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream I made a point to burn all of the photographs She went away and then I took a different path I remember the face but I can't recall the name Now I wonder how Whatsername has been Seems that she disappeared without a trace Did she ever marry old Whatshisface? I made a point to burn all of the photographs She went away and then I took a different path I remember the face but I can't recall the name Now I wonder how Whatsername has been Remember whatever It seems like forever ago Remember whatever It seems like forever ago The regrets are useless in my mind She's in my head, I must confess The regrets are useless in my mind She's in my head from so long ago, go, go, go And in the darkest night If my memory serves me right I'll never turn back time Forgetting you but not the time |
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