AMERICAN IDIOT |
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2006.05.09. 19:38 |
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
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 ok
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
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
Dont wanna be an American Idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's going out to idiot America |
Jesus of Suburbia |
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2006.05.09. 19:37 |
I. Jesus of Suburbia
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
But theres nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the Mom's and Brad's are away
To fall in love and to fall in deist
To alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
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 say's "Home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesnt 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 stail
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
III. I Dont Care
I don't care if you dont
I don't care if you dont
I don't care if you dont 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 anahem to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of Suburbia
Land of make believe
And it dont believe in me and
I dont care!
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 thats 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 thats my best excuse
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 I 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 ligh of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But no this time
I dont feel any shame, I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victomized
Tales from another broken home |
Holiday |
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2006.05.09. 19:37 |
Here the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs holwing out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery"
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 protester has crossed the line
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen?
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men
A gag
A plastic bag on a monument
The representative of California has the floor
Zieg Heil to the President gas man
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel Towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass
Kill all the fags that dont agree
Trials by fire setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me |
Boulevard of Broken Dreams |
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2006.05.09. 19:36 |
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 alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing thats 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 borderline 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 I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone |
Are We the Waiting |
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2006.05.09. 19:35 |
Starry nights, City lights
Coming down over me
Sky scrapers and stargazers in my head
Are 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 fairy tales in my mind
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 unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown |
St.Jimmy |
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2006.05.09. 19:34 |
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhovette, he's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 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 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 hald of lights
The products of war and fear that we've been victimized
Are you talking to me?
My name is 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'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 dont wear it out |
Give me Novocaine |
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2006.05.09. 19:34 |
Take away the sensation inside
Bittersweet migraine in my head
It's like a throbbing toothache in my mind
I cant take this feeling any more
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 wont feel a thing
Give me novacaine
Out of body and out of mind
Kiss the demons out of my dreams
I get the funny feeling and that's alright
Jimmy says it's better than here
Drain the pressure from the swelling
This sensation's overwhelming
Give me a long kiss goodnight
And everything will be alright
Tell me Jimmy I wont feel a thing |
She's a Rebel |
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2006.05.09. 19:33 |
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 handgrenade
Is she thinking what I'm thinking?
Is she the mother of all bombs?
Gonna detonate
Is she trouble, like I'm trouble?
Make it double, twist of fate
Or a melody that
She sings the revolution
The dawning of our lives
She's brings this liberation
That I just can't define
Nothing comes to mind |
Extraordinary Girl |
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2006.05.09. 19:32 |
She's an extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she cant 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 day's 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
Somedays it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
She gets so sick of crying |
Letterbomb |
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2006.05.09. 19:31 |
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Now collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone
As the city's motto gets pulverized?
"Whas in love is now in debt"
On your bitch certificate
So strike the fucking match
To light this fuse
The town bishop is an extrotionist
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 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 the martyrs go
When the virus cures itself?
And hwere will we all go when it's too late?
Don't run back
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment
Of your fathers rage and you 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 cant take this town,
I'm leaving you tonight" |
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