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