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