Basket Case:
Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh,yuh,yuh,ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned
21 Guns:
Do you know what's worth fighting for,
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins.
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins.
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins.
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky (x2)
You and I.
American Idiot:
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sounds of the hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
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.
Well 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
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.
Calling out to Idiot 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 meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Paranoia:
I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me
Fingertips have memories
And I can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
Who salutes, but no-one ever does
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cos I'm in hell
Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee
God damn you
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cos I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to look so well
I want to publish scenes
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn't hurt it feels fine
But you don't look so fine
I'd like to turn off time
To kill my mind
To kill my mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles
Digging in holes
Hear the voices in my head, I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored, then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cos I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to look this well
Time of Your Life:
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Minority:
I want to be the minority
i don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
Cause i want to be the minority
I pledge alligence to the underworld
One nation under dark
their always want to be alone
a face in the crowd
a song against the mould
with out a doubt singled out
the only why i do because
I want to be the minority
i don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
Cause i want to be the minority
stepped out on the light
like a sheep runs from the herd
marching out of time
to my own way now
the only way i know
what light am i
flashing in the dark
lighted by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
for crying out loud
she screamed out to me
a free for all fuck them all
you and your kind
cause I want to be the minority
i don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
Cause i want to be the minority
what light am i
flashing in the dark
lighted by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
for crying out loud she screamed out to me
a free for all fuck them all
you and your kind
cause I want to be the minority
i don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
Cause i want to be the minority...
the minority...the minority...the minority
i want to be the minority
When I Come Around:
I heard you cying loud, all the way across town
You've been searching, for
that someone and it's me
out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling
sorry for yourself
So don't get lonely now
And dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
Sleazin' my back yard so
don't get so uptight
You been thinking about
ditching me
No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
I heard it all before
So don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so
I don't need no accuser
to slag me down because I
know your right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self doubtmeans nothing
was ever there
Waiting:
I've been waiting for a long time
For this moment to come
I'm destined
For anything...at all
Downtown lights will be shining
On me like a diamond
Ring out under the midnight hour
No one can touch me now
And I can't turn my back
It's too late ready or not at all
I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Dawning of a new era
Calling...don't let it catch you falling
Ready or not at all
So close enough to taste it
Alomost...I can embrace this
Feeling....on the tip of my tongue
I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Better thank your lucks stars....
I've been waiting for a long time
For this moment to come
I'm destined for anything at all
Dumbstruck
Colour me stupid
Good luck
You're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get there...
At all....
Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....
Worry Rock:
Another sentimental argument and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud.
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone.
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride.
A knocked down dragged out fight.
Fat lips and open wounds.
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall.
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
A knocked down dragged out fight.
Fat lips and open wounds.
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall.
Another sentimental argument and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud.
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
Wake Me Up When September Ends:
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
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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