My heart is beating from me I am standing all alone Please call me only if you are coming home Waste another year flies by Waste a night or two You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope There's a glow of light The st. Jimmy is the spark in the night Bearing gifts and trust The fixture in the city of lust What the hell's your name What's your pleasure and what is your pain? Do you dream too much? Do you think what you need is a crutch In the crowd of pain st. Jimmy comes without any shame He says, "we're fucked up" and we're not the same And mom and dad are the ones you can blame Jimmy died today He blew his brains into the bay In this state of mind, it's my own private suicide Well, nobody cares Well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Well, nobody cares Well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Jesus is filling out paperwork now At the facility on east 12th st He's not listening to a word now He's in his own world And he's daydreaming He'd rather be doing something else now Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly His life is on the line of anxiety now She had enough and he had plenty Somebody get me out of there Anybody get me out of there Somebody get me out of here Get me the fuck right out of there So far away I don't wanna stay Get me out of here right now I just want to be free Is there a possibility Get me out of here right now This life like dream ain't for me I fell asleep watching spike TV After ten cups of coffee And you're still not here Dreaming of a song But something went wrong And you can't tell anyone 'Cause no one's there Left me here alone When I should have stayed home After ten cups of coffee I'm thinking where'd you go Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you havin' fun Everyone left you Nobody's like you They're all out without you havin' fun Where'd you go I got a rock and roll band I got a rock and roll life I got a rock and roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock and roll house I got a rock and roll car I plat the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I got a kid in the bay I haven't drank or smoked a thing In over twenty two days So get off my case, get off my case, off my case! Here they come marching down the street Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat Coming back from the edge of town Underneath their feet The time has come and it's going nowhere Nobody ever said that life was fair now Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear In the summer heat The world is spinning around and around Out of control again The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down So send my love a letter bomb And visit me in hell We're the ones going Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again I started fuckin' running As soon as my feet touched ground We're back in the barrio And to you and me, that's jingle town that's Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you havin' fun
Written by: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
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