Green Day - The Forgotten - Lyrics

"The Forgotten"

Where in the world’s the forgotten?
They’re lost inside your memory
You’re dragging on, your heart’s been broken
As we all go down in historyWhere in the world did the time go?
It’s where your spirit seems to roam
Like losing faith to our abandon
Or an empty hallway from a broken homeWell don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream
Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen
I don’t feel strange, it’s more like haunted
Another moment trapped in time
I can’t quite put my finger on it
But it’s like a child that was left behind
So where in the world’s the forgotten?
Like soldiers from a long lost war
We share the scars from our abandon
And what we remember becomes folklore
Well, don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream
Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment
Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment
Don’t look away from the arms of love
Well, don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream
Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment
Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment
Don’t look away from the arms of love

Green Day - 99 Revolutions - Lyrics

"99 Revolutions"

There's a trouble in the air
A rumble in the streets
A going out of business sale
And a race to bankruptcyIt's not one to 99, it's 99 to one
A common cause and a call to arms
For the health of our daughters and our sons
It's 99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
There's a rat in the company
A bail out on easy street
How the fuck did the working stiff (whoa, oh)
Become so obsolete?
Hit the lights and bang the drum
And let your flag unfold
Cause history will prove itself
In the halls of justice and lost souls
It's 99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
We live in troubled times
From the ghettos to an empty suburban home
We live in troubled times
And I'm 99 percent sure that something's wrong
It’s all wrong
It’s 99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 revolutions tonight
99 to 1
To one
Oooo, yow!

Green Day - Dirty Rotten Bastards - Lyrics

"Dirty Rotten Bastards"

Calling all demons, this is the season
Next stop is therapy
We're the retarded and the broken hearted
The season of miseryHere's to the wasted, I can almost taste it
The rejects, the wastes of times
Gonna take it further, get away with murder
And no one here is getting out alive
Here's to all God's losers ra da da di
The bottom-feeders frenzy
Here's to all bloodsuckers sing along with me
Cause we don't say no
Scream one, two, three
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey
We're too old to be misbehaved
We sold our souls and so ashamed of ourselves
So we wait for this judgment day
Write me a letter and send it to my grave
Yeah
All fucked up beyond intervention
Fuck the world this is my revolution
Long lost souls and living in cages
I'm on a bender it's one for the ages
I've got the urge
To binge and surge
The tables turn
To crash and burn
Julianna homicide
Make my demons come to life
Well, Julianna homicide
Oh, won't you be my blushing bride?
I chopped me a line of my best friends ashes
Dust to dust when the red light flashes
What the fuck does OK stand for?
When the afterlife is only worth dying for
I've got the urge
To binge and surge
The tables turn
To crash and burn
Julianna homicide
Make my demons come to life
Well, Julianna homicide
Oh, won't you be my blushing bride?
Alright
Well, California's burning to the ground
And Julianna walks on holy ground
Where there's smoke there's fire burning out the lights
Cause California's burning down tonight
Tonight
Calling all demons, this is the season
Next stop is therapy
We're the retarded and the broken hearted
The season of misery
Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it
The rejects, the wastes of times
Gonna take it further, get away with murder
And no one here is getting out alive
Here's to all God's losers ra da da di
The bottom-feeders frenzy
Here's to all bloodsuckers sing along with me
Cause we don't say no
Scream one, two, three
We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away
We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away
We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away
We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away
We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away
We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away