Heart Like a Hand Grenade
[CHEERING]
# Nobody likes you #
# Everyone left you #
Now!
Now, now!
[PHONE] Hey! What's going on,
this is Billy Joe.
I'm at home, it's Friday, gonna
be in Los Angeles tomorrow
to start the album, so I'll see
you there!
Anyways John, gimme a call.
Here we go!
songs, and even throughout the
process of that we kinda knew
that we needed to raise the bar,
and it was just a matter of it
happening,
Idiot, it was like
"Wow, this far supersedes
everything we've been doing,
"this is the level we should be
writing towards."
And when we hit that, we
decided to not push ourselves
or anything like that,
kinda let it go, and it kinda
ended up getting
this serious arc to it, and
have all the energy,
and creativity and inspiration
that something like
either Dookie or Nimrod had for
us and so really, it was kinda
obvious
that this was what we needed to
be doing.
And that was the first day of
our recordings.
-On American Idiot, day one
-Day one!
-Is it time yet? Is it 12?
No not yet, it's only f***in'
like 11 o'clock.
-It's almost papi's birthday.
-Oh, oh!
-No way! It's my birthday?!
-Almost, not yet.
32..
32, a virgin, never been kissed!
Man, I can't even believe that
you missed the fire.
-Thanks -Me and Trey sat there
and we looked at each other
like ready to record, I looked
at him, he looked at me,
like a tube of smoke
and it was just starting to
come up.
Billow, billow, billow, billow.
-Oh, so you guys set the fire?
No, no, no, no, we never set a
fire.
-Oh sh*t! Dude, electrical!
-Fire, fire!
-Fire extinguisher!
-It's in the wall, right here!
-Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!
It's our first day of recording.
It's the one that goes down in
the books!
Well, see you guys later, I'm
going back to the pool.
Nope, not today, not today.
place burns down!
-Billy, what are they doing?
They are um.. testing out
different cabinet combinations.
-Why? -So we can get the very
best sound we possibly can out
of the guitar.
You know, it starts out with
American Idiot
and sort of broken off into 3
different sections.
Suburbia character,
he gets pretty disenfranchised
and you know, hates his town,
hates his family,
hates his friends, and he
leaves.
And then he ends up going to
the city.
Where he then starts dealing
with what true rebellion means.
Like these are just so beefy,
and then it goes into here
and somehow it kind of like
loses balls.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
Fear Factor, who could take my
xylophone playing the longest?
-Oh, could you do a Sonic Youth
xylophone song?
Hold on, let me get the 2 notes
that don't go together the most.
# Everyone's 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 #
# Land of make believe #
Oh keep going.
Let's do I Don't Care If You
Don't Care real fast.
"opera"
"punk rock opera" people think
Pavarotti and they think
strings,
you know a lot of melodies, a
lot of singing,
all this other stuff, but
really it's just like playing..
Ramones set. No breaks.
It's like shifting gears like 5
times,
rock songs.
-This is a rock opera, a rock
opera is..
-Why can't it be a punk rock
opera?
Punk rock.. well like.. punk
ropera, punk ro..
Punk ropera.. punk opera.
it,
and they're not.. don't really
know it
and they sit there expecting
like a Green Day record
they're gonna be like...
"What did I just hear?"
"Did I just hear what I think I
just heard?"
"Was that song.. How long was
that f***in' song?"
-Or like "Does my stereo go any
louder?"
I hope so. I hope they f***in'
love it.
Alright, from the top, ready!
# I'm the son of rage and love #
# 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 make believe #
# That don't believe in me #
# Get my television fix #
# The living room or my private
womb #
# While the Mom's and Brad's
are away #
# To fall in love and fall in
debt #
# To alcohol and cigarettes #
# And Mary Jane #
# To keep me insane #
# Doing someone else's cocaine #
# And there's nothing wrong
with me #
# This is how I'm supposed to
be #
# In a land of make believe #
# That don't believe in me #
# 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 #
# City of the dead #
# At the end of another lost
highway #
# Signs misleading to nowhere #
# City of the damned #
# Lost children with dirty
faces today #
# No one really seems 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 #
# Is the end of the world #
# And I could really care less #
# City of the dead #
# At the end of another lost
highway #
# Signs misleading to nowhere #
# City of the damned #
# Lost children with dirty
faces today #
# No one really seems to care #
# I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't #
# I don't care
if you don't care #
# I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't #
# I don't care
if you don't care #
# I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't #
# I don't care
if you don't care #
# I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't #
# I don't care
if you don't care #
# 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 #
# Land of make believe #
# And it don't believe in me #
# Land of make believe #
# And it don't believe #
# And I don't care #
# I don't care #
# I don't care #
# I don't care #
# I don't care #
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 #
# Oh, therapy, can you please
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