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