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 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 (dedacted) 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 want to 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 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



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 Mom’s and Brad’s 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 7-11 where 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 (Hey, hey)

At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey)

Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned (Hey, hey)

Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey)

No one 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 care less

City of the dead (Hey, hey)

At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey)

Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned (Hey, hey)

Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey)

No one really seems to care (Hey)

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’t care

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 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! (Uh, uh, uh)

I don’t care! (Uh, uh, uh)

I don’t care! (Uh, uh, uh)

I don’t care! (Uh, uh, uh)

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

Uuh

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?

Am I (redacted) or am I just overjoyed?

Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused

For lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse

Uuh

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 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

(Hoooommmee)

You’re leaving…

You’re leaving…

You’re leaving…

Ah, you’re leaving home…

  Say hey!

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 protester 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

Hey

Three, four

The representative from California has the floor

“Sieg 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 (redacted) that don’t agree

Try to fight fire, setting fire

Is not a way that’s meant for me

Just cause (Hey, hey, hey, hey…)

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

 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

Till 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 borderline

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

Till 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

Till then I walk alone



Starry nights city lights

Coming down over me

Skyscrapers, 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 fairy tales 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

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting



St. Jimmy is coming down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on parade

Lights of a silhouette, he’s insubordinate

Coming at you on the count of one, two

One, two, three, four

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

Suicide commando that your momma talked about

King of the forty thieves 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 of dope

I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe

Raised in the city in a halo of lights

Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimized

I’m the patron saint of the denial

With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Are you talking 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’m the one that’s from the way outside

I’m a teenage assassin executing 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

I’m the resident leader at the lost and found

It’s comedy and tragedy

It’s St. Jimmy and that’s my name

And don’t wear it out



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

This sensation’s overwhelming

Give me a long 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 and that’s alright

Jimmy says it’s better than here

I tell you what

Drain the pressure from the swelling

This sensation’s overwhelming

Give me a long 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

This sensation’s overwhelming

Give me a long kiss goodnight

And everything will be alright

Tell me Jimmy, I won’t feel a thing

So give me Novacaine

She’s a rebel, she’s a saint

She’s the salt 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 old Whatsername

She’s a 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 the revolution

The dawning of our lives

She brings this liberation

That I just can’t define

Well, nothing comes to mind

Hey!

She sings the 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 the salt 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 the salt 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



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 he 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 hearts apocalypse

From the one called what’s her name

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 she’s not worth trying

Now that they’re both up on it

She gets so sick of crying

She’s an extraordinary girl

An extraordinary girl

An extraordinary girl

An extraordinary girl



Nobody likes you

Everyone left you

They’re all out without you

Having fun

Where have all the bastards gone?

The underbelly stacks up ten high

The dummy failed the crash test

Collecting unemployment checks

Like a flunkie along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?

As your city’s motto gets pulverized

What’s in love is now in debt

On your birth certificate

So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The town bishop is an extortionist

And he don’t even know that you exist

Standing still when it’s do or die

You better run for your fucking life

It’s not over ’till you’re underground

It’s not over before it’s too late

This city’s burnin’

It’s not my burden

It’s not over 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 is a figment of

Your father’s rage and your mother’s love

Made me the idiot America

It’s not over ’till you’re underground

It’s not over before it’s too late

This city’s burnin’

It’s not my burden

It’s not over 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



My heart is beating from me

I am standing all alone

Please call me only if you are coming home

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 signs of hope

The stems and seeds of the last of the dope

There’s a glow of light

The Saint Jimmy is the spark in the night

Bearing gifts and trust

The fixture in the city of lust

What the hells your name?

What’s your pleasure and what is your pain?

Do you dream too much?

Do you think what you need is a crutch?

In the crowd of pain

Saint 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 his brains out into the bay

In the states of mind

It’s my own private suicide

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 Street

He’s not listening 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 underbelly

His life’s on the line with anxiety now

‘Cause 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 outta here right now

I just want to be free, is there a possibility?

Get me out of here right now

Right

This life like dream ain’t for me

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV

After ten cups of coffee and you’re still not here

Dreaming of a song, but something went wrong

And you can’t tell anyone, ’cause no one’s here

Left me here alone and I should’ve stayed home

After ten cups of coffee, I’m thinking

Nobody likes you, everyone left you

(Where’d you go?) They’re all out without you, havin’ fun

(Where’d you go?) Everyone left you, nobody likes you

(Where’d you go?) They’re all out without you, havin’ fun

(Where’d you go, go, go, go?)

Jeez, ha

I got a rock ‘n’ roll band

I got a rock ‘n’ roll life

I got a rock ‘n’ roll girlfriend

And another ex-wife

I got a rock ‘n’ roll house

I got a rock ‘n’ roll car

I play 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

Hey

Here they come marching down the street

Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat

Coming back from the edge of town

Underneath their feets

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 around and ’round out of control again

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

Home

We’re coming home again

I started fucking running

As soon as my feet touch ground

We’re back in the 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

Home

We’re coming home again

Home

We’re coming home again

Home

We’re coming home again

Home

We’re coming home again

Nobody likes you

Everyone left you

They’re all out without you

Havin’ fun



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 can’t recall the name

Now I wonder how what’s her name has been

Seems that she disappeared without a trace

Did she ever marry old what’s his face?

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 can’t recall the name

Now I wonder how what’s her name 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, go

Go, go, go, go, go

And in the darkest night

If my memory serves me right

I’ll never turn back time

Forgetting you but not the time