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