Green Day: Bullet in a Bible Page #2

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Signs misleading to nowhere

One more time!

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

No one really seems to care

--"{(I don't care if you don't-x2)

"--x4

I don't care

Everyone is so full of sh*t

Born and raised by hypocrites

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

That don't believe in me

Land of make believe

And I don't believe

And I don't care!

I don't care! [x4]

Dearly beloved are you listening?

I can't remember a word,

that you were saying

Are we demented or am I disturbed?

The space that's in between

insane and insecure

Brothers and sisters,

get those hands up in the air!

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 best excuse

England!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mike Dirnt!

To live and not to breathe

Is to die In tragedy

To run, to run away

To find what you believe

And I leave behind

This hurricane of f***ing lies

I lost my faith to this

This town that don't exist

So I run

I run away

To the light of masochist

And I leave behind

This hurricane of f***ing lies

And I walked this line

A million and one f***ing times

But not this time

I don't feel any shame

I won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go

Running away from pain

When you've been victimized

Tales from another broken

HOME (You're leavingx4)

It's like a big gallery

of someone else's

nightmare, you know?

You want your bible

with a bullet in it.

That'll be me.

- You have a bible with a bullet in it?

- Oh, yeah.

Bible with a bullet in it.

Bible with shrapnel in it.

- Man, let's go.

- Okay.

This next song is

a big f*** you to all the politicians!

This song's called

"Holiday."

This song is not

anti-American.

It's anti...

war!

Hear the sound of the falling rain

Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)

The shame

The ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key

To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)

And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time

Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)

To find, the money's on the other side

Brothers and sisters...

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)

There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)

A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

On holiday

(Hey!)

Lights out!

The representative

of the United Kingdom

now has the floor.

Sieg Heil to the president Gasman

Bombs away is your punishment

Pulverize the Eiffel towers

Who criticize your government

Bang bang goes the broken glass and

Kill all the fags that don't agree

Trials by fire, setting fire

Is not a way that's meant for me

Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday

England!

You know, it's-

the way it feels on tour

is like there's

always certain smells

and there's always the certain

things you see every day,

whether it's body odour

to the smell

of the trucks outside

to seeing the crew

and the guys every day.

It's a travelling circus

in a lot of ways,

and you see the same

characters every single day.

Wait!

They don't love you

like I love you.

Wait! They don't

love you like l-

We got to countdown

about 30 minutes before we go on.

Usually have a little

practise amp and one guitar

and one of us will

pick it up

and we'll kind

of sing through-

we all sing some vocals,

and get our vocals in line,

and there's usually a lot

of goofing around in that.

There's that struggle

to stay healthy.

There's a struggle to party,

to not party.

Oh, yeah!

Right here.

Sorry, Mike.

Everything that you do

during the day

leads up to what your evening

is going to be like

or not be like,

because it could be

completely unpredictable.

You could be having

the worst day ever.

Your girlfriend broke up

with you,

your dog got hit

by a car,

your life is in

complete turmoil.

And then that night

you have this great show.

There's that feeling

of "F*** everybody.

Who cares?

I don't give a sh*t. F*** the dog.

Dog's dead, but all

these people are freaking out."

And then you walk offstage,

and then all of a sudden

you're worried

about what's going on at home,

and you're back to your life

and trying to communicate

with people at home.

Sometimes people

use touring

as a cure-all

for their problems.

It's a great place to run away

from all of your problems.

- I love you.

- Which bus is Billie's?

It's a different reality

altogether,

but as soon as that

reality's over with,

or that fantasy life is over with,

all of a sudden,

you're at home again.

There it is.

Home is right there,

and you're forced to deal with things.

And then you have

a terrible show

and everything sucks.

That day sucks.

You throw your guitar

at somebody

or your bass

at somebody

or your drumstick

at somebody

with bad intent.

Then there's those times

where that is your family.

That is who you are.

That is your home.

That's my jam, yo.

We've been a band now-

we've been a band now

for the last 16 years.

And not only is this

the best f***ing tour

we've ever had...

but in the past two days

we've played to over

Thank you.

That's the biggest

we've ever had.

But remember one thing:

The second day is always

better than the first.

This song's called

"St. Jimmy."

Starry nights city lights coming down over me

Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

This dirty town was burning down in my dreams

Lost and found city bound in my dreams

Come on!

And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation

Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind

Come on!

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

The rage and love, the story of my life

The Jesus of suburbia is a lie

Come on!

And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Light of a silhouette,He's insubordinate

Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

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