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Green Day 2012 iHeartRadio Music Festival Performance
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(American Idiot) Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't wanna nation under the new mania And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind-f**k America Wow! 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 Las Vegas! Well, maybe I'm the faggot, America I'm not a part of a redneck agenda Now еverybody do the f**kin' Mormon And sing along to the agе of paranoia Vegas! 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 Let's go f**king crazy! Stand up, you lazy motherf**kers! This is f**king Las Vegas! Everybody get your ass up! Get your ass up, Las Vegas! This ain't f**king Reno, it's Las Vegas! Hey! Hey! If you want to storm the aisle, please do This is f**king Las Vegas, it's f**king Sin City, you f**king motherf**kers There's a lot of f**king pop sh*t that's f**king coming your f**king way But I'll f**king tell you motherf**kers something... We ain't come here to f**king pray to f**king God, I'll tell you that right now We f**king come here to f**king love! We come here to sin! We come here to live, get your f**king hands up in the air! Don't wanna be an American idiot One nation controlled by the media Information age of hysteri— Go! 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 Las Vegas! Argh! (Holiday) Do you wanna start a f**king 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 Begin! 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!) Get your f**king lazy hands up in the air! 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 (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) Just 'cause (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) 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! Las Vegas! (f**k Time) You guys wanna hear a dirty f**king song right now? Wha...? One, two, three! Ahhh... This song is called "It's f**k Time!" Oh, drop your laundry, and slam the door I want your love, so give me more I’m a beggar, but I don’t want a dime Ahhh... Oh, baby, baby, it's f**k time You know I really wanna make you mine Oh, baby, baby, it's f**k time There’s nothing left to say, yeah Take a look into my eyes I wanna hold you 'til I'm paralyzed Wow! Oh yeah! Oh, Amanda Jones, your holy grace I wanna choke you 'til you're blue in the face Got dirty thoughts and a dirty mind Ahhh... Oh, baby, baby, it's f**k time You know I really wanna make you mine Oh, baby, baby, it's f**k time There’s nothing left to say, yeah Take a look into my eyes I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed Wow! Take a look into my eyes I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed Take a look into my eyes I wanna f**k you, you f**king Rihanna. (I wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed) Ahhh! (Longview) I sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old sh*t In a house with unlocked doors, and I'm f**kin' lazy Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And I smell like sh*t Cha You know when there's a f**king Sox fan right here I f**king hate this sh*t Here, you f**king hold this thing Hold this, I'm coming down there Right, hold on, hold on to me, goddammit I'm gonna f**king...die Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving I sure as hell can't do it... (By myself!) Alright! I'm feeling like a dog in heat Barred indoors from the summer street I locked the door to my own cell and I lost the key I got no motivation Where is my motivation? No time for motivation Smoking my inspiration, hwoo! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! I sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling Call me pathetic, call me what you will (We will!) Get up, you motherf**ker! My mother says to get a job But she don't like the one she's got Go! Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And loneliness has to suffice Bite my lip and close my eyes I'm slipping away to paradise Some say quit or I'll go blind But it's just a myth, yeah Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Come here, you wanna be-- I'll dance with you Come here, I'll dance with you Oh, come here, no no no, you, I wanna dance with you Come here, come on, come on, come on out I dance real good No-no, I'm a sweet dancer, look at me Come on now, come on now Come on now, I swear to God I'm really good on the first date I'm really good on the first date She won't do it? Yeah, she won't do it? S-she won't do it? How about you? Alright. I-I- Okay, how about you? How about you, okay? I-I... I'll be really naughty on the first date with you Come here, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come here Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! (Oh Love) Oh love, oh love, won't you rain on me tonight? Oh life, oh life, please don't pass me by Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop when the red lights flash Oh ride, free ride, won't you take me close to you? Get your hands up in the air! Far away, far away, waste away tonight I'm wearing my heart on a noose Far away, far away, waste away tonight Tonight my heart's on the loose Oh lights and action, I just can't be satisfied Oh losers and choosers, won't you please hold on my life? Oh hours, and hours, like the dog years of the day Get those hands up! Old story, same old story, won't you see the light of day? Far away, far away, waste away tonight I'm wearing my heart on a noose Far away, far away, waste away tonight Tonight my heart's on the loose Get those fists in the air! Talk myself out of feeling, talk my way out of control Talk myself out of falling in love, falling in love with Las Vegas! Get those hands up! They say we got nine minutes left I say f**king boo to that f**king bullsh*t You want a f**king rock show, Las Vegas? I say scream your f**king asses all fine! Get 'em up! Oh love, oh love, won't you rain on me tonight? Oh ride, free ride, won't you take me close to you? Far away, far away, waste away tonight I'm wearing my heart on a noose Far away, far away, waste away tonight Tonight my heart's on the loose Far away, far away, waste away tonight I'm wearing my heart on a noose Far away, far away, waste away tonight Tonight my heart's on the loose Tonight my heart's on the loose Tonight my heart's on the loose! (St. Jimmy) Man, f**k this sh*t! Here, take this, you guys take this, take this, take this, this belongs to you now Are you ready, Las Vegas? Get your hands up in the air! One! Two! One, two, one-two-three-four... 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 one, two... My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the forty thieves, and I'm here to represent The needle in the vein of the establishment I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a b*t*h and Edgar Allan Poe Raised in the city in the halo of lights The product of war and fear that we've been victimized I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Are you talking to me? Ahhh! Get your hands up! St. Jimmy! 'Ow! Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, let's go! My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) I'm the one that's from the way outside, now A teenage assassin executing some fun (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) In the cult of the life of crime, now I really hate to say it, but I told you so (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) I'm the resident leader... Get your hands up! It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy, and that's my name And don't you f**king wear it out! Jesus Christ, we've got four f**king minutes left? The f**k am I gonna do with four f**king minutes? Yeah, I'll bring your f**king Usher back up here, goddammit They give ya a f**king minute per f**king song I've been around for f**king twenty-five years, Las Vegas I got at least one minute per f**king song, I'll tell you that right now I'll tell you one thing I'll say Julio César Chávez has got one f**king minute to knock out f**king... f**king, some motherf**ker from f**king Argentina, I'll tell you that (Basket Case) Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those Melodramatic fools Deurotic to the bone, no doubt about it Everybody! Sometimes, I give myself the creeps Sometimes, my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Las Vegas! And I went to a shrink To analyze my dreams She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down And I went to a whore He said my life's a bore So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down Sometimes, I give myself the creeps Sometimes, my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Las Vegas, get your f**king hands together! Grasping to... Ah, f**k this sh*t I'm gonna play a f**king new song, f**k this sh*t Give me a f**king break, one minute left One minute f**king left You're gonna give me f**king one minute? The-there, look at that f**king sign right there 'One minute!' Let me f**king tell you something, let me tell you something I've been around since f**king 198-f**king-8 And you're gonna give me one f**king minute? You gonna be f**king kidding me! You're f**king kidding me What the f**k? I'm not f**king Justin Beiber, you motherf**kers! You've gotta be f**king joking This is a f**king joke! I got one minute, one minute left... Oh, now I got nothing left Now I got nothing left Let me show you what one f**king minute f**king means! One minute! God, f**king love you all We'll be back
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