American Idiot

Don't wanna be an American Idiot.
Don't want a nation that under the new mania.
And get you with 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 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 enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American Idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
Let's calling out the Idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where wverything 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.

Part 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 there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and marey Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine


Part II: City of the damned

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 were 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
Sign misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
lost children with there dirty faces today
no one really seem s 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


Part III: I don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care x5

Everyone is so full of shit
Burn and raised by hipocrits
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
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!


Part IV: Dearly beloved

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant 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 beat 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 what I left behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run
I run awy

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 wont apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home 

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!)
A plead, 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

There's a 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

"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
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fires, setting fire
Thats not a way that's meant for me
Just cause
Just cause because were 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 

I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone 

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
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are

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

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Light of the sillohette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on account of wonder
1 2 3 4

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide comando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I'm hear 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 to sell
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
But ain't it worth it that we've been victimized

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

You talkin' 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 am the one that's runaway out of town now
A teenage assasin exucuting 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 nameeeeeee.
... and don't wear it out!

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 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 here,
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 

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 thinking
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
Sings the revolution
She brings the liberation
The dawning of our lives
That I just cant define
Nothing comes to mind

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 days he feels like dying

She gets so sick of crying
She sees the mirror of herself
And 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 

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stinks of tonight
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployement cheques
You're fucking only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?
As the city's moto gets pulverized
Once two lovers, now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The television's an extortionist
And they don't even know that you exist
So stand still, waits to die
You'd better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'til your underground
It's not home before it's too late
This city's burning
It's not my burden
It's not home before it's too late

There is nothing left to analyse

Where will all the martyrs go
When the fire scares themselves?
And where will we all go when it's too late?

And don't look back

Your not the Jesus of Suburbia
They're saying Jimmy is a figment of
Your Fathers race and your Mothers love
Then maybe you need an America

It's not over 'til your underground
It's not home before it's too late
This city's burning
It's not my burden
It's not home 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

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
Ecoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost

Wake me up when septmber ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when septmber ends

Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began

Wake me up when septmber ends

Part I: The death of St. Jimmy

My heart is beating from me
I am standing a alone
Please call me only if you are coming come
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 sign 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 light
What the hells your name
Whats your pleasure and whats 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 in my own suicide


Part II: East 12th ST.

And nobody cares
And nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th st.
He's not listened to a word now
He's in his own world
And he's daydreaming
His life is on the line with anxiety now
And she had enough
And he had enough
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 responsibility
Get me out of here right now
This life like aint for me


Part III: Nobody likes you!

I fell asleep watching spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And your still not here
Dreaming of a song
When something went wrong
But I cant tell anyone
Cus youre not
Left me here alone
When I should have styed home
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking wered you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin fun
Where'd you go

Part IV Rock and roll girlfriend
*written and sung by Tre'

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 plat 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 V: 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 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

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

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
Seem s that she disappeared with out 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
And in the darkest
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time

Forgetting you, but not the time