Green Day: Bullet in a Bible

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Music to me,

it's the air that I breathe.

It's the blood

that pumps through my veins

that keeps me alive. So without it,

I don't know what I would do.

I'd probably have a job

or something like that, but...

People ask me, "What would you do

if you didn't have Green Day?"

And I said, "I'd be in Green Day.

I don't really know anything else."

When people say,

"What do you think of people

that only talk to you or like you

because you're in Green Day?"

And I say,

"Well, I am Green Day."

That is me.

That is my life.

Let's go, hey-ho,

let's go!

Hey-ho, let's go!

Green Day! Green Day!

Green Day! Green Day!

Don't want to be an American idiot

Don't want a nation under the new media

And can you hear the sound of hysteria?

The subliminal mind f*** America

Alright,

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alien nation

Where everything isn't meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We're not the ones who're meant to follow

For that's enough to argue

ENGLAND!!!!

Well maybe I'm the f*ggot America

I'm not a part of a redneck agenda

Now everybody do the propaganda

And sing along to the age of paranoia

Alright,

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alien nation

Where everything isn't meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We're not the ones who're meant to follow

For that's enough to argue

Alright, England!

I say hey-oh!

- Hey-oh!

- I say hey-oh!

- Come on!

- Hey-oh!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Alright!

Are you guys ready

to sing along?

Well, I want you

to sing so loud

that every f***ing redneck

in America

hears you tonight!

Alright?

Don't want to be an American idiot

One nation controlled by the media

Information age of hysteria,GO

It's calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension

All across the alien nation

Where everything isn't meant to be okay

Television dreams of tomorrow

We're not the ones who're meant to follow

For that's enough to argue

Welcome to the Green Day

World Tour 2005!

I think to do something that you feel

in your heart that's great,

you need to make a lot

of mistakes to get there.

Anything that's-

I think is successful

is a series of mistakes.

With "American Idiot,"

I mean, it started off

with having

band practises in-

we came back and we started getting

back into band practise

down in Billie's basement

and stuff.

Literally after two

or three weeks,

we we're just like, "This sucks.

We know how to have band practise.

This is not how we want

to approach making a record."

I mean, even to the point

where Billie called me at one point

and was like, "Do you even

wanna do this anymore?"

"American Idiot"

was sort of a whole new

let's-take-on-the-planet

sort of vibe.

You should do it at least once

in your lifetime.

I think we were kinda scared

when we were doing demos,

but I think there was some point

that you know, f*** it,

if people f***ing

hang us, f*** it.

Day one of the record,

the first thing we did,

everything was about setting the goals

of this record, you know?

"American Idiot,"

after recording it,

we knew we had accomplished

something that was completely...

above anything else

we'd ever done.

As soon as we wrote

"American Idiot,"

we kinda looked at each

other like "This is better."

We set that bar, and then we sorta

looked at ourselves like,

"Okay, now we have

a mountain to climb."

I write a lot of songs

when I'm going on walks.

And I was kinda thinking like,

"Who is the American idiot?

What is this person?

Who is that guy?

What kind of character

is gonna come out of that? Who is it?"

And I just remember going

on this walk,

and then thinking, "I'm the son

of ragin' love, Jesus of suburbia."

Those two lines right there

for me were, "Oh my God. Here we go."

It was opening up something

that not only

was completely a new thing,

but there was something about it

that dug up some past,

like...

demons that-

that you-

it seemed like

you closed off a long time ago,

but you never

reconciled with,

and then those two lines

came out, and it was-

they excited me and scared the

living piss out of me at the same time.

Every single line that you write,

you hang on every single word,

and you hang on

every single moment.

And for "Jesus of Suburbia,"

when people are singing it back to you,

they're not just reflecting

what you've-

the things about the song

that you're wrapped up in,

but it's also whether their lives

are wrapped up in it too.

It's too much

of an emotional moment.

It's one of the most emotional moments

in a song that I've ever written.

That's the only way

you can look at a song like that.

You can't sit here and look at it

and say, "This is a catchy number.

Oh God, I'd love to dance

to this song."

For a song like

"Jesus of Suburbia,"

there's too much emotion at stake

to just simply say it like that.

You don't even have to say

you love that song.

I don't even think that's

the way to describe it. It's not about-

It's about all

the emotional baggage

that you come with

and that you are-

just you finally have

an outlet for.

That's what "Jesus

of Suburbia" is to me.

And when it's reflected

back at you

by 65,000 people,

it's, um...

I don't know. It's a feeling

you can't even describe.

This song is dedicated

to everybody

who took the train

to get here tonight, alright?

This song's called

"Jesus of Suburbia."

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

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of EVERYBODY

That don't believe in me

Get my television fix

sitting on my crucifix

The living room or my private womb

While the moms and Brads are away

To fall in love and fall in debt

To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane

To keep me insane

And doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of EVERYBODY

That don't believe in me

Ladies and gentlemen,

Tr Cool.

At the center of the Earth

In the parking lot

Of the 7-11 where I was taught

The motto was just a lie

It says home is where your heart is

But what a shame

Cause everyone's heart

Doesn't beat the same

It's beating out of time

Get those fists

in the air!

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Signs misleading to nowhere

Alright!

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

No one really seems to care

Get those hands up!

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

Get those fists

in the air!

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

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