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Green Day

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 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 hells your name
What's your pleasure and what's your 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"
And 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 this state of mind, it's my own private suicide

And nobody cares
And nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Jesus is 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 of anxiety now
And he had enough
And she 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 want to be free
Is there a possibility
Get me out of here right now
This life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep watching spike TV
After ten cups of coffee
And you're still not there
Dreaming of a song
When something went wrong
And I can't tell anyone
Cause no one's there
Left me here alone
When I should have stayed home
After ten 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 weird you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go

Geez, ha

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 a thing
In over twenty two days
So get off my case, get off my case, off my case!

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 its 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 letter bomb
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 the 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

Written by ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE / WRIGHT, FRANK E., III / PRITCHARD, MICHAEL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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