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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.
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Part I
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
A living room on 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
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 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 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
Noone 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 careless
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
Noone really seems to careeeeee
HEY!
Part III: 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 X5
I don't careeeeeeeeee
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
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!
Part 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 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 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 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
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...
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Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an armageddon plague (HEY!)
The shame, the ones who die without a name
There's a song sounding 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!)
The line, the money's on the other side
Can I get another amen (AMEN!)
There's a rag 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
And criticize the government
Bang bang goes the broken glass man
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Triumph by fires, sinning buyers
Thats not a way that's meant for me
Thank god, check out we're going on a holiday
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
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I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone and 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'll walk alone
Ah..ah..
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines
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 and 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'll walk alone
Ah..ah..
I walk alone and I walk a-
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and 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'll walk alone
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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 the waiting...
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting...
Forget me nots, 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
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting...
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting...unknown
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting...
And screaming
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting...unknown
Are we we are, Are we we are the waiting...unknown
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St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Light on 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 here 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 in the hail 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!
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Take away the sensation inside
Bittersweet migraine in my head
It's like a throbbing toothache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensation's 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 air,
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
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She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's assault 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 'ol whatsername
She's the symbol
Of resistance
And she's holding on my
Heart like a hand grenade
Is she dreaming
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
She sings of revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings this liberation
That I just can't define
Well nothing comes to mind
She sings of revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings this liberation
That I just can't define
Well nothing comes to mind
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's assault of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's assault of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel
She's a rebel
She's a rebel
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
She's a rebel
She's a rebel
And she's dangerous
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She's
An Extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't 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 she 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 heart's apocalypse
From the one called whatsername
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days she feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days she feels like dying
Some days it's not worth trying
Now that they've pulled the fun in
She gets so sick of crying
She's
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
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Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly's accidental high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
You're fucking only along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone?
As your city's model gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
The television's an obstructionist
And you don't even know that you exist
Stand still wish to die
You better run for your fucking life
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not hope before it's too late
There's nothing left to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
And don't look back
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy's opinion of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
That's made the idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not hope before it's too late
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
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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
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
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
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
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
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
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Part I: The Death of St. Jimmy
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all 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
A fixture in the city of lust
What the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure what is 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
Is my own private suicide
Part II: East 12th ST.
Well nobody cares
Well nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well nobody cares
Well 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
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the under belly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
And she had enough
And he 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
Just wanna be free
Is there a responsibility
Get me out of here right now
This lifelike dream ain't for me
Part III: Nobody likes you!
I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And your still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone
'Cause noone's here
Left me here alone
And I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking were'd you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
Where'd you go?
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
Where'd you go?
Part IV Rock and roll girlfriend
*written and sung by Tre'
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 nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off my case
Off of my case
Off of my case
Part V: We're coming home again
Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat
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 now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
The world is spinning
Round and round
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
As soon as my feet touched ground
We're back in barrio
And to you and me, that's jingle town
That's home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
(NO FUCKING CONTROL I NEED IT I KNOW...)
Home
We're coming home again
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out with out you
Havin' fun...
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Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how Whatsername has been
Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she ever marry 'ol Whatshisface
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I 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
In my mind
She's in my head
From so long ago
Go--go--go--
And in the darkest
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time...
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