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Green day podloga
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....@meric@n 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.

....holid@y....
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!)
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 protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a 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"

Zieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

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 boken dreams....
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 a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-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 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
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

......Jesus of Suburbia.....
[Part I - Jesus of Suburbia]

I'm the son of rage and love.
The Jesus of suburbia,
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 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,
No one really seems to care...

I read the graffiti,
In the bathroom stall,
Like the holy scriptures of the 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 caaaare...

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. (x4)

I don't careeeeeeeee...

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 the 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 it don't believe,
And I don't care!
I don't care! (x4)

[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
(Ooooo...)
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 to 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 hoooome...

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...

....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

U2 - The Saints Are Coming Ft Green Day
Intro:
There is a house in New Orleans, They call the rising sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know i'm one.

Verse 1:
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.

Verse 2:
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.

Chorus 1:
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply.

Bridge:
New Birth, Re-Birth
Trombone Shorty
We're living like birds in the maganonious trees,
Child on a rooftop, mother on her knees,
Her sign reads please, I am an American,

Verse 3:
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
how long now?
When the night watchman is in the fleet
Whats wrong now?

Chorus 2:
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

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 new 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
Almost...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 lucky 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....

Good Riddance 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 it's 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 in 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 it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

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