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 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 she said my life's a bore
So quit my whining because 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 am I just stoned?
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 am I just stoned?
Warning
This is a public service announcement, this is only a test
Emergency evacuation protest
May impair your ability to operate machinery
Can't quite tell just what it means to me
Keep out of reach of children, don't you talk to strangers
Get your philosophy from a bumper sticker
Warning: Live without warning
I said Warning: Live without warning
Without, alright
This is a public service announcement, this is only a test
Better homes and safety-sealed communities
Did you remember to pay the utility?
Caution: Police line, you better not cross
Is the cop or am I the one that's really dangerous?
Sanitation, expiration date, question everything
Or shut up and be a victim of authority
Minority
I wanna be the minority I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority because I wanna be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog, there of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd unsung against the mold
Without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know
Stepped out of the line like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time to my own beat, now the only way I know
One light, one mind flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
For crying out loud she screamed unto me
A free-for-all, fuck them all, you are your own sight
American Idiot
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck 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 who are 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
Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's calling out to idiot America
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, or 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
At the center of the Earth, in the parking lot
Of the 7-Eleven where I was taught the motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is but what a shame
Because 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 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!
Everyone's so full of shit born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled, but never saved from the cradles 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 it's another lie and I don't believe and I don't care
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
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
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 to the lights of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I've 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 are you leaving home?
Last Of The American Girls
She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She is paranoid, endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind, well she's the last of the American girls
She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike like the fugitive of Critical Mass
She's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive for a holiday of working class
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated
She won't cooperate, well she's the last of the American girls
She plays her vinyl records, singing songs on the eve of destruction
She's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first for the end of western civilization
She's an endless war, she's a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls
She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She will come in first for the end of western civilization
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls
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