Music – text of songs

Artist: Green Day
Album: 21St Century Breakdown
Year: 2009
Genre: Rock

Download album 21St Century Breakdown

Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, the first one to run,
My town was blind by refinery sun

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
Homeland security could kill us all

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

We are the cries of the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969

My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in the barnyards of heroes and cons
Left me for dead or alive

There is the war that’s inside my head
That questions the results and lies
While breaking my back ’til I’m damn near well dead
When enough ain’t enough to survive

I am an agent, a worker, a pawn
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands are a means to an end
It’s all that I have to show

I’m taking a loan on my sanity
For the redemption of my soul
Well, I am exempt from this tragedy
And the 21st century fall

I praise Liberty
The freedom to obey
It’s a song that strangles me
Well, don’t cross the line

Oh, dream, America, dream
I can’t even see
From rainstorms ’til dawn
Oh, bleed, America, bleed
Believe what you read
From heroes and cons.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll, you’re bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
Never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you cant refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone.

Well, that’s all right, mama
That’s all right for you
That’s all right mama, just anyway you do
That’s all right, that’s all right.
That’s all right now mama, anyway you do

Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
‘Son, that gal your foolin’ with,
She ain’t no good for you’
But, that’s all right, that’s all right.
That’s all right now mama, anyway you do

(Stop with the red flash, baby)

I’m gonna di di didi
Did you love him?
That’s all right
That’s all right now mama, anyway you do.

Well I’m in another state, another state of mind,
I wish that I could be there right next to her
This road leads to this, this one leads to that,
Her voice sends shivers down my spine.

These scars in my flesh,
I’m bruised and I’m bloodied
Only she know the pain that I’ve been through
Talk to her a thousand miles away,
There’s tears in her eyes.
If I make it back I’m gonna show her,
she’s the only one for me

Hitch a ride on the wild side,
It’s real hell on wheels.
There’s gonna be a fight tonite, I know.

Another city we can’t find,
Another city left buried behind.
As I picture her, the cities burn away.

These scars in my flesh,
I’m bruised and I’m bloodied
Only she know the pain that I’ve been through
Talk to her a thousand miles away,
There’s tears in her eyes.
If I make it back I’m gonna show her,
she’s the only one for me

These scars in my flesh,
I’m bruised and I’m bloodied
Only she know the pain that I’ve been through
Talk to her a thousand miles away,
There’s tears in her eyes.
If I make it back I’m gonna show her,
she’s the only one for me.

I. Her Man’s Been Gone

Her man’s been gone
For night on a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain’t here

Her man’s been gone
For night on a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain’t here

II. Crying Town

Down your street your crying is a well-known sound
Your street is very well known, throughout your town
Your town is very famous for the little girl
Whose cries can be heard all around the world

We have a remedy
You’ll appreciate
No need to be so sad
He’s only late

We’ll bring you flowers and things
Help pass your time
We’ll give him eagle’s wings
So he can fly to you

III. We Have A Remedy

Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la la

We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la

We have a remedy.
We have

Little girl stop your crying (stop your crying)
Ivor the engine driver is gonna make you feel alright

IV. Ivor The Engine Driver

My name is Ivor
I’m an engine driver
I know him well
I know why you feel blue
Just ’cause he’s late
Don’t mean he’ll never get through

He told me he loves you
He ain’t no liar, I ain’t either
So let’s have a smile for an old engine driver
So let’s have a smile for an old engine driver

V. Soon Be Home

We’ll soon be home
We’ll soon be home
We’ll soon
We’ll soon, soon, soon be home

We’ll soon be home
We’ll soon be home
We’ll soon
We’ll soon, soon, soon be home

We’ll soon be home
We’ll soon be home

VI. You Are Forgiven

Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang

Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello

I can’t believe it
Do my eyes deceive me?
Am I back in your arms?
Away from all harm?

It’s like a dream to be with you again
It’s like a dream to be with you again

I missed you and I must admit
I kissed a few and once did sit
On Ivor the Engine Driver’s lap
And later with him, had a nap

You are forgiven (you are forgiven)

You are all forgiven.

I crossed the river
Fell into the sea
Where the non-believers
Go beyond belief
Then I scratched the surface
In the mouth of hell
Running out of service
In the blood I fell

I just want to see the light
I don’t want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what’s worth the fight

I’ve been wasted
Pills and alcohol
I’ve been chasing
Down the pool halls
Then I drank the water
From a hurricane
And I set a fire
Just to see the flame

I just want to see the light
I don’t want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what’s worth the fight

I crossed the desert
Reaching higher ground
Then I pound the pavement
To take the liars down
But it’s gone forever
But never too late
Where the ever-after
Is in the hands of fate

I just want to see the light
I don’t want to lose my sight
I just want to see the light
I need to know what’s worth the fight.

[I. Mass Hysteria]

Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me

Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria

Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood’s a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it’s creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir
The punchline is a natural disaster
And it’s sung by the unemployed
Fight fire with a riot
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar
When he said
“It’s just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria”

Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria

There’s a disturbance on the oceanside
They tapped into the reserve
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday, this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, America is falling
Vigilantes warning you
Calling Christian and Gloria

[II. Modern World]

I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world

I’m the class of 13
In the era of dissent
A hostage of the soul
On a strike to pay the rent
The last of the rebels
Without a common ground
I’m gonna light a fire
Into the underground

I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world

I am a nation
Without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it’s written

I want to take a ride to the great divide
Beyond the “up to date”
And the neo-gentrified
The high definition for the low resident
Where the value of your mind
Is not held in contempt
I can hear the sound of
A beating heart
That bleeds beyond a system
That’s falling apart
With money to burn
On minimum wage
‘Cause I don’t give a shit
About the modern age

I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria
I don’t want to live in the modern world
Mass hysteria.

Do you know what’s worth fighting for,
When it’s not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You’re in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn’t pass
Nothing’s ever built to last
You’re in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone

When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You’re in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I.

Can you hear the sound of the static noise?
Blasting out in stereo
Cater to the class and the paranoid
Music to my nervous system
Advertising love and religion
Murder on the airwaves
Slogans on the brink of corruption
Vision of blasphemy, war and peace
Screaming at you

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Billboard on the rise in the dawn’s landscape
Working your insanity
Tragic a’la madness and concrete
Coca-Cola execution
Conscience on a cross and
Your hearts in a vice
Squeezing out your state of mind
Are what you own that you cannot buy
What a fucking tragedy, strategy
Screaming at you.

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

Hey hey, it’s the static age
This is how the west was won
Hey hey, it’s the static age millennium

All I want to know
Is a god-damned thing
Not what’s in the medicine
All I want to do is
I want to breathe
Batteries are not included
What’s the latest way that a man can die
Screaming hallelujah?
Singing out “the dawn’s early light”
The silence of the rotten, forgotten
Screaming at you.

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age

I can’t see a thing in the video
I can’t hear a sound on the radio
In stereo in the static age
The static age.

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we’ve got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well, you missed me, kissed me
Now you better kick me down

Maybe you’re the runner-up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

I’m gonna burn it all down
I’m gonna rip it out
Well, everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy
To the ground now
So don’t you fuck me around
Because I’ll shoot you down
I’m gonna drink, fight, and fuck
And pushing my luck
All the time now

Maybe you’re the runner-up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The age-old contradiction
Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The old age

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we’ve got a bleeder right now
I’m not fucking around
G-L-O-R-I-A.