Green Day - Homecoming

[Part 1: 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

The fixture in the city of lust

What the hell's your name?

What's your pleasure and 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 2: East 12th St.]

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 St

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

His life's on the line with anxiety now

And 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

(Out, out, out, out) Right!

This life like dream ain't for me

[Part 3: Nobody Likes You!]

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV

After 10 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 10 cups of coffee I'm thinking

(Where'd you go?)

Nobody likes you, everyone left you

(Where'd you go?)

They're all out without you havin' fun

(Where'd you go?)

Everyone left you, nobody likes you

(Where'd you go?)

They're all out without you havin' fun

(Where'd you go..go..go..go..)

[Part 4: Rock And Roll Girlfriend]

Geez! [*sigh*]

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 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 nothin'

In over 22 days

(Don't wanna be an American idiot)

So get off my case

Off of my case

Off of my case

[Part 5: We're Coming Home Again]

Here they come marching down the street

Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat

Coming back from the edge of town

Underneath their feet

Their 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

n the summer heat

The world is spinning 'round

And 'round out of control again

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 fuckin' running

As soon as my feet touched ground

We're back in the Barrio

But to you and me, that's Jingle Town 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

(You! Fuck off! Just go! I don't care! I don't! I don't know! I smashed my phone! Just go! I don't care! I don't! I don't know! I smashed my phone!)

Nobody likes you

Everyone left you

They're all out without you havin' fun

Green Day - American Idiot

Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
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 alienation
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 calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
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

Green Day - Are We the Waiting / St. Jimmy

Starry nights, city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and 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 and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and 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 St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Lights of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1, 2 (1, 2, 3, 4)!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves I'm here to represent
That 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 Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a 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 (St. Jimmy)
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy)

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy (St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy)

It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name... and don't wear it out!

Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia

[Part 1]

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From 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
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brats are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and 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 2: 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 a 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 3: 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

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle 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
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care!

[Part 4: 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 5: Tales of 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
To the light of masochist
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...
Ah you're leaving home...