Don't wanna be an american idiot
I'm the son of rage and love
I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
And she's holding on my heart like a hand-granade
So give me novacaine
Nobody likes you everyone left you
Wake me up when september ends
I remember the face but I can't recall the name
Home, we're coming home again
GREEN DAY
