Don't wanna be an American Idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sounds of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
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 in 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 enogh to argue.
Don't wanna be an American Idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information nation of hysteria.
It's going out to Idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
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.
Letterbomb
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
like a flunkie on along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone?
As the city's motto gets poulverized
What's 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 better run for your fucking life
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
this cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
There's 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's opinion of
Your father's raise and your mother's love
made the idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
this cities burnin'
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
Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
Wake Me Up When September Ends
Summer has come and passed
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 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
Are We The Waiting
Starry nights
City lights
Coming down over me
Sky scrapers and stargazers in my head
Are we, we are
Are we, we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town was buring down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams & screaming
Are we,we are
Are we, we are the waiting & screaming
Are we, we are
Are we we are the waiting
Forget me nots and 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 & screaming
Are we, we are
Are we, we are the waiting unknown [x4]
áWhatsername lyrics
Thought I ran onto you down on the street
Then it turned out only to be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant 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 took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant 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
She's in my head
From so long ago
(Go, Go, Go, Go..)
And in the darkest
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time
She's A Rebel
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 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 the liberation
that I just cant define
nothing comes to mind
She sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings the liberation
that I just cant 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
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
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
Homecoming
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 light
What the hells your name?
Whats your pleasure and what's your pain?
Do you dream to 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 out his brains 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 is 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
This life like dream ain't for me
[Part 3: Nobody likes you!]
I fell asleep watching while spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
When something went wrong
But I can't tell anyone
Cause you're not here
Left me here alone
When I should have stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking where'd you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin fun
Where'd you go
I'm thinking where'd you go
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
They're all out without you havin fun
Where'd you go
Geeze...Ha..
[Part 4: Rock and roll girlfriend]
[written and sung by Tre Cool]
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
So get off 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
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 fuckin' running
Just as soon as my feet touched the ground
We're back in Barrio
But to you and me, that's jingle town
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
Give Me Novacaine
Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head
It's like a throbbing tooth-ache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore
Drain the pressure from the swelling
The sensation's overwhelming
Give me a 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 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 kiss goodnight and everything will be alright
Tell me, Jimmy, I won't feel a thing
So give me Novacaine
St. Jimmy
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silouette
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 theives
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 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 thats from the way outside now
I'm a teenage assasin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime now
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 gimme 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!
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
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 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.
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,
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone.
I walk alone,
I walk alone.
I walk alone,
I walk a...
My shadow's 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.
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 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.
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 howlin' out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!)
And bleed, the 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 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
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
three four
"The representative from California has the floor"
Zieg Heil to the President Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fires, setting fire
It's not a way that's meant for me
Just cause
Just cause because we're on holiday!
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
Jesus Of Surburbia
Part One:
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
in my living room
of 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
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 Two: City of the Damned
at the center of the earth
in the parking lot
of the seven eleven where i was taught
the motto was just a lie
it says "home is where your heart is"
but what a shame
coz everyone's heart doesnt 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 on the bathroom stall
like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
and so it seemed to confess
it didnt 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 Three: 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 cradle to the grave
we are the kids of war and peace
from anaheim to the middle east
we are the stories and diciples 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 in me
and I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Part Four: Dearly Beloved
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you are saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
the space that's in between insane and insecure
(ooooooooooooh ooooooooooooh)
Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For the lack of a better word
and that's my best excuse
Part Five: 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
To the lights of Masochists
and I leave behind
this hurricane of fucking lies
and I walk 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
Runnin' away from pain
when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Are you leaving home?
