American Idiot - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar                    

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 Novacaine - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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 - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

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"

Wake Me Up When September Ends - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Green Day Cellar

Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's 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

Ring out the bells again

Like we did when spring began

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

Homecoming - American Idiot (2004)

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Except "Rock And Roll Girlfriend" by Tre Cool & "Nobody Likes You" by Mike Dirnt

Green Day Cellar

I. The Death of St. Jimmy

My heart is beating from me

I am standing all alone

Please call me onle if you are coming home

Waste another year flies by

Waste a night or two

You taugh 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 of lust

"What the hell's your name?"

What's your pleasure and what's you 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

In my own private suicide

II. East 12th St.

Does anyone care if nobody cares?

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 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 on the line with anxiety now

And she had enough, and he's 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 dont 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

I feel asleep while watching 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's left you

They're all out without you havin' fun

Nobody likes you

Everyone's left you

They're all out without you havin' fun

Where'd you go?

IV. Rock & Roll Girlfriend

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 of 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

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's going nowhere

Nobody ever said that life was fair

Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear

In the summer heat

The world is spinning aroun 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 fucking running

Just as soon as my feet touched the ground

We're back in the barrid