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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 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 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 |
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| 2. |
| 9:03 |
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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 A living room for 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 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 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 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 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'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 And it don't believe and I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care 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 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 From Another Broken Home 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 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 You're leaving You're leaving You're leaving You're leaving home |
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Hear the sound of the falling rain,
Coming down like and Armageddon flame, The shame, The ones who died without a name, Hear the dogs howling out of key, To a hymn called "Faith and Misery", 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, To find the money's on the other side, Can I get another Amen? There's a flag wrapped around the 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 The representative from California 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, 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 |
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