- Green day I. Death of St. ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ My heart is beating from I am standing alone, Please me only if you are coming home, another year flies by, Waste a or two, You me how to live the streets of shame, Where you've lost dreams in the rain, There's signs of hope, The stems and seeds the last of the dope, There's glow of light, The St. is the spark in the night, Bearing and trust, The fixture in the city of "What the hells name, What's your pleasure and what is your Do you dream much? Do you think what need is a crutch?" In the crowd pain, St. Jimmy comes without any shame, says "We're fucked up", But we're not same, And mom and are the ones you can blame Jimmy died today blew his brains out into the bay, In the state of mind is my own private II. 12th Street ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Well nobody cares, Well nobody cares, Does anyone care nobody cares? Well nobody cares, Well nobody cares, Does anyone care nobody cares? Jesus out paperwork now, At the on east 12th Street, He's not to a word now, in his own world, And he's daydreaming He'd be doing something else now, cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly, His life's on the line anxiety now, she had enough, And had plenty Somebody get me of here, Anybody me out of here, Somebody get me of here, Get me the fuck right out here So far away, I don't want stay, Get me here right now, I just want be free, Is there possibility? Get out of here right now, This life like dream ain't me III. Likes You ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ I fell asleep while Spike TV, 10 cups of coffee, And you're still not Dreaming a song, But went wrong, And you can't tell no one's here Left here alone, I should've stayed home, After cups of coffee, I'm thinking, Where'd you go? Nobody likes you, Everyone left you,(Where'd go) They're all out without fun,(Where'd you go) Everyone left you, Nobody likes you,(Where'd you They're all out you, fun,(Where'd you go) (go, go ,go) IV. Rock And Roll Girlfriend(written and sung by Cool) ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Billie Joe: Geez.....hahh... ----- I got a rock and band, I got a and roll life, I a rock and roll girlfriend, And another ex-wife got a rock and roll house, I got a rock and car, I play shit out the drums, And I can the guitar I got a kid in New I got a kid in Bay, I haven't drank or smoked In over 22 So get off my case off my case off my case V. We're Coming Again ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Here they come marching the street, Like a desperation of a heart beat, Coming back from the of town, Underneath their feet The time come and it's going nowhere, Nobody ever said that life was fair Go-carts and guns are treasures they will In summer heat The world is round and round, Out control again, the 7-11 to the of breaking down, So send my love letterbomb, And visit in hell, We're ones going Home. We're coming home Home. We're coming again I started fuckin' as soon as my touch ground, We're back the burrial, And to you me, that's Jingletown Home. We're coming home Home. coming home again, Home. coming home again, Home. We're coming home Home. coming home again, Home. We're coming again, Home. We're home again, Home. coming home again, Home. We're home again, Home. We're coming home Nobody likes you, Everyone left you, They're out without you, Havin' fun