AMERICAN IDIOT

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

(all right)

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(england!!!)

Maybe I'm the faggot America

I'm not a part of a redneck agenda(all right!)

Now everybody do the propaganda

And sing along to the age of paranoia(all right!)

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(come on!!!)

(hey,hey,hey,hey,hey,hey,hey,hey,…..)

(all right england!!!)(i say:heee,ooo…i say:heee ooo,come on!)(hey, hey, hey….)(all right)

(
ARE YOU GUYS READY TO SING ALONG? WELL, I 
WANT YOU SING SO LOUD THAT EVERY FUCKING REDNECK IN AMERICA 
HEARS YOU TONIGHT! ALRIGHT? )

Dont wanna be an American Idiot

One nation controlled by the media

Information age of hysteria

(It's going out to idiot 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[COME]

WELCOME TO THE GREEN DAY WORLD TOUR 2005!!
 
JESUS OF SUBURBIA
I. Jesus of Suburbia
 
 
 
THIS SONG IS DEDICATET TO EVERYBODY WHO TOOK THE TRAIN TO GET 
HERE TONIGHT, ALRIGHT?
THIS SONG1S CALLED "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 (EVERYBODY!)
(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
 
But theres nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of (EVERYBODY!)
(That don't believe in me)
 
(Laides and gentlemants:Tr� Cool!!!!)
 
 
 
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(GET THOSE FISTS IN THE AIR!) …)
 
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere(all right!)
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care(get those.hands up!!)
 
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(…..)(GET THOSE FISTS IN THE AIR!) 
 
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere(one more time)
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care(hey!)
 
 
 
III. I Dont 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
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
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
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
I don’ care!!!
(come on!)
 
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 ENGLAND 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
Land of make believe
And it dont believe in me and
 
I dont care!(x5)
 
 
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
(BROTHERS AND 
SISTERS GET THOSE hands up in the air) 
 
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(england!!!) (Laides and gentlemans!Mike Dirnt!!!)
 
 
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(come)
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(come)
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But no this time(here we goooo!!)
 
I dont feel any shame, I won’t apologize
When there ain't nowhere we can go
Running away from pain when you've been victomized
Tales from another broken----------- HOMEEEE!!!!(we are living,you are living, you are living, living home)
 
 
 
Holiday - American Idiot (2004)
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Green Day Cellar
 
HOLIDAY!!!
 
THIS NEXT SONG IS A BIG FUCK YOU TO ALL THE POLITICIANS!
THIS SONG'S CALLED HOLIDAY!!
THIS SONG IS NOT ANTI-AMERICAN IT'S ANTI WAR!!
 
Here 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
To find the money's on the other side[…]BROTHERS AND SISTERS)
Can I get another Amen?(amen)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men
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
(Hey!)
 
(hey,hey,hey,hey…)(like t…)
(hey!)
The representative from the united kingdom now 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 man
Kill all the fags that dont agree
Trials by fire setting fires
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause
Just cause because we’re all okay.
 
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday
 
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday
(England!!!!)