Green Day
WAKE ME WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
Summer has come and past,
The innocent can never last,
Wake me up when September ends,
Like my fathers come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast,

Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars,
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are,
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost

Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and past,
The innocent can never last,
Wake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells again,
Like we did when spring began,
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars,
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are,
As my memory rests,
But never forgets what I lost

Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and past,
The innocent can never last,
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass,
Twenty years has gone so fast

Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends



BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS
walk a lonely road,
the only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
but it's on the mid, I walk alone

I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
When the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone and I walk up

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shalow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Aha aha aha aha
aha aha aha

I'm walking down the line
that divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline
of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
what's noft up and everything's all right
Check my vital signs
I know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone and I walk up

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shalow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Aha aha aha aha
aha aha I walk alone and I walk up

I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
when the city sleeps
and I'm the only one
and I walk up

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shalow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone



MINORITY
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Casue I want to be the minority

Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
F*** 'em all
You are your own sight

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority



American idiot
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the idiot nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the idiot nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information Age of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the idiot nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.



Suburbia

Part I

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell

At least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and marey Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine


Part II: City of the damned

At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is were your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Sign misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
lost children with there dirty faces today
no one really seem s to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less


Part III: I don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care x5

Everyone is so full of shit
Burn and raised by hipocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!


Part IV: Dearly beloved

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or are we disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my beat excuse


Part V: Tales of another broken home

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And what I left behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run
I run awy

To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I wont apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home



Eye of the tiger
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his pray in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
(Chorus)
Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
(Chorus)
The eye of the tiger...



Advertising space
There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
A storm was blowing through you

Waiting for God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
They're still fighting over
Everything you left over

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profit s go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your lies
But you ahahh

Special agent for the man
Through watergate and vietnam
No one really gave a damn
Did you think the CIA did

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistake
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space ooooohh

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

I've seen your daughter
Man shes cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy she looks a lot like you


Am Tag als der FC Scheiße starb

Wir lagen träumend im Gras,
die Köpfe voll verrückter Ideen,
da sagte Jumbo zum Spaß,
komm, laß uns mal auf Scheisse gehen,
doch der Rauch schmeckte bitter,
aber Jumbo sagte uns, was er sah,
ein Meer von schwarz-gelber Fahnen,
wir ahnten nicht, was bald darauf geschah...

Am Tag, als der FC Scheisse starb,
und alle Borussen sangen,
daaaaaaas war ein schöner Tag,
als in Scheisse eine Welt zerbrach

Er versprach oft, ich lass es sein,
das gab uns wieder neuen Mut,
und wir redeten uns ein,
mit Siegen (Andy) wird alles wieder gut,
doch aus den Siegen da wurde nichts,
es gab keinen Halt auf der Abstiegsbahn,
die Leute fingen an (hörten auf) zu reden,
aber keiner bot Scheisse Hilfe an...

Am Tag...

Ein Scheisser sagt zu mir,
sie werden wieder Meister sein,
doch wir lachten ihn nur aus,
und schlugen ihm die Fresse ein,
er hatte nicht einmal mehr Zähne,
er hat sie alle verloren im Kampf,
doch Prügel bezog er weiter,
ihm blieben nur noch die Schmerzen,
an denen er starb...

Am Tag...

Kein Scheisser hat das Recht zu leben,
die Luft zum Atmen ist viel zu schade für sie,
und sind sie erstmal ausgerottet,
so werden wir zu ihrem Begräbnis ziehen...

Am Tag...



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