American Idiot

"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.

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 alienation.

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.

It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.

All across the alienation.

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.

"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 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 2: 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 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 careeeeee

[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

[x4]

I don't careeeeeeeeee

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

And it don't believe in me

Land of make believe

And I don't believe

And I don't care!

I don't care! [x4]

[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...

"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!)

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

Hear a drum pounding out of time

Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)

The line, 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"

Seek out to the president gasbag

Bombs away is your punishment

Pulverize the Eiffel tower

who criticized your government

Bang bang goes the broken glass man

Kill all the fags that don't agree

Triumph by fires, sinning buyers

Is that a way that's meant for me

Just cause

Just cause because we’re all ok

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

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road

The only one I that have ever known

Don't know were it goes

But its 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 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 me

Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh

Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

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 si