American Idiot:

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

(Chorus)
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be OK
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 at the age of paranoia

(Chorus)
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be OK
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones, who’re meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't wanna be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
Is calling out to idiot America

(Chorus)
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be OK
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones, who’re meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Jesus Of Suburbia:

[Part I]

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
A living room on 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 Dead]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were 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
We're 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 in 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
Noone really seems to careeeeee
HEY!


[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 X4
I don't careeeeeeeee

Everyone's 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 the 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 they don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And they don't believe
And 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 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

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...

Holiday:

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame, the ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!)
And bleed the company lost the war today

Chorus 1
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 protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen (Amen)
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument

Chorus 1


"The representative from California has the floor"

Sieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel tower
who criticize your government

Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire setting fire
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 your lives on holiday!

Boulevard of Broken Dreams:

I walk a lonely road the only one that I have ever known
Don’t no 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 im the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk a...

[Chorus]

My shadows only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone up there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh......

Im 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 of what’s fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs to know im still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk Alone
I walk A-

[Chorus]

Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh......

I walk alone
I walk A-

I walk this empty street on the Boulavard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps And im the only one and I walk alone
My shadows only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone up there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Are We The Waiting:

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 tales 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:

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Upon the blvd. like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Comin' 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 40 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 Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The 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 talkin to me?!
I'll give you somethin 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 now
A teenage assasin executing some fun
in the cult of the life of crime now

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

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

Give Me Novacaine:

Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head
Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations 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
Jimmy says it's better than air,
I’ll tell you why

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations 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

Oh Novacaine

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensations overwhelming
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine

She's A Rebel:

She's a rebel,
She's a saint,
She's the 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 the 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,
No nothing comes to mind

She sings the revolution,
The dawning of our lives,
She brings this liberation,
That I just can't define,
No nothing comes to mind

She's a rebel,
She's a saint,
She's the 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 the 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 rebel, she's a rebel
and she's dangerous
She's a rebel, she's a rebel, she's a rebel
and she's dangerous

Exrtaordinary Girl:

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

Somedays he feels like dying,
She gets so sick of crying

She sees the mirror of herself,
An image she wants to sell,
To anyone willing to buy

He steals the image in her kiss,
From her hearts apocalypse,
From the one called whatsername

She's all alone again,
Wiping the tears from her eyes

Somedays he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying

She's all alone again,
Wiping the tears from her eyes

Somedays he feels like dying
Somedays 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.

Letter Bomb:

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 flunkie along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone,
As the city's motto gets pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt",
On your birth certificate,
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The town bishop is an extortionist,
And he don't even know that you exist,
Standing still when it's do or die,
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over till 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?

Well don't look back...

You're not the Jesus of suburbia,
The St. Jimmy is a figment of,
Your fathers rage and your mothers 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

She said "I can't take this place,
I'm leaving it behind",
She said "I can't take this town,
I'm leaving you tonight"

Wake Me Up When September Ends:

Summer has come and past,
the innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers 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 past,
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 past,
the innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.

Like my fathers 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.

Homecoming:

I. The Death of St. Jimmy
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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 hells 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 is my own private suicide


II. East 12th Street
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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,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
'Cuz 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 outta here right now,
I just want to be free,
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now,
This life like dream ain't for me


III. Nobody Likes You
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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,
'Cuz no one's here

Left me here alone,
And I should've 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)

IV. Rock And Roll Girlfriend(written and sung by Tre Cool)
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Tre: Geez.....huhh...
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I got a rock n roll band,
I got a rock n roll life,
I got a rock n roll girlfriend,
And another ex-wife

I got a rock n roll house,
I got a rock n 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,
So get off of my case
off of my case
off of my case

V. We're Coming Home Again
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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

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 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 touch ground,
We're back in the burrio,
And to you and me, that's Jingletown

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,
Home.
We're coming home again,
Home.
We're coming home again,

Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun

Whatser Name:

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 what's his face,
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

And in the darkest night,
If my memory serves me right,
I'll never turn back time

Forgetting you, but not the time