I'm running late to somewhere now
I don't want to be
Where the future and promises
Ain't what it used to be
I never wanted to compromise
Or bargain with my soul
How did a life on the wild side
Ever get so dull?
All grown up and medicated
I'm high on cellular waves
I put the "riot" in patriot
And we all die in threes
I got a seat in the middle of the road
I'm gonna take my time
I shop online so I can vote
At the speed of life
I'm like a drone way up in the sky
I'm the shooting star
There's a soldier that's freaking out
P.S. This is war
All grown up and medicated
I'm high on cellular waves
I put the "riot" in patriot
And we all die in threes
All we want is money and guns
A new catastrophe
Here goes nothing
When there's nothing to lose
It's a small price we pay
When we all die in threes
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Hallelujah, I found my soul
Under the sofa pillows
Congratulations, I found myself
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Green Day - Revolution Radio Album Lyrics
Green Day - Revolution Radio Lyrics
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Bang Bang
(This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution)
(Women smashed of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions)
(Described as severely mentally disturbed)
(Videos are showing another hostage executed by the terrorist group)
(Deserve to be annihilated)
I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want to dance like I'm on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo
Bang Bang! Give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You're dead! I'm well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it's on my radio
I got my photo bomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else
Bang Bang! Give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You're dead! I'm well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playing with my toys
I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
I want to be like the soldiers on the screen
It's my private holy war
Oh baby baby this is Viva Vendetta
For this is love or it's World War Zero
I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
(Women smashed of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions)
(Described as severely mentally disturbed)
(Videos are showing another hostage executed by the terrorist group)
(Deserve to be annihilated)
I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want to dance like I'm on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo
Bang Bang! Give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You're dead! I'm well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it's on my radio
I got my photo bomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else
Bang Bang! Give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You're dead! I'm well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playing with my toys
I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
I want to be like the soldiers on the screen
It's my private holy war
Oh baby baby this is Viva Vendetta
For this is love or it's World War Zero
I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave
Revolution Radio
Scream with your hands up in the sky
Like you want to testify
For the life that's been deleted
Sing like a rebel's lullaby
Under the stars and stripes
For the lost souls that were cheated
We will be seen but not be heard
We are revolution radio
Operation no control
And the headline
My love's bullet proof
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline
Debutantes in surgery
And the headline
Legalize the truth
Give me rage like there's teargas in the crowd
Do you wanna live out loud?
But the air is barely breathing
Rise of the slums to the obsolete
The dawn of the new airwaves
For the anti-social media
We are revolution radio
Operation no control
And the headline
My love's bullet proof
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline
Debutantes in surgery
And the headline
Legalize the truth
We will be seen but not be heard
We are the songs of the disturbed
We are revolution radio
Operation no control
And the headline
My love's bullet proof
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline
Debutantes in surgery
And the headline
Legalize the truth
Like you want to testify
For the life that's been deleted
Sing like a rebel's lullaby
Under the stars and stripes
For the lost souls that were cheated
We will be seen but not be heard
We are revolution radio
Operation no control
And the headline
My love's bullet proof
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline
Debutantes in surgery
And the headline
Legalize the truth
Give me rage like there's teargas in the crowd
Do you wanna live out loud?
But the air is barely breathing
Rise of the slums to the obsolete
The dawn of the new airwaves
For the anti-social media
We are revolution radio
Operation no control
And the headline
My love's bullet proof
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline
Debutantes in surgery
And the headline
Legalize the truth
We will be seen but not be heard
We are the songs of the disturbed
We are revolution radio
Operation no control
And the headline
My love's bullet proof
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline
Debutantes in surgery
And the headline
Legalize the truth
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Say Goodbye
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Violence on the rise
Like a bullet in the sky
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Kindred Spirits sing
For the sick and suffering (the suffering)
The city of damage control
This is how we
(Roll... Roll...)
Say hello to the cops on patrol
Say hello to the cops on patrol
Say hello to the cops on patrol
Say hello to the ones in control
Teach our children well
From the bottom of the well
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Hear the children sing
For the sick and suffering (the suffering)
The city of damage control
This is how we
(Roll... Roll... Roll...)
Violence on the rise
Like a bullet in the sky
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Kindred Spirits sing
For the sick and suffering (the suffering)
The city of damage control
This is how we
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say a prayer for the ones who we love
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
(This is how we)
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say a prayer for the ones who we love
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
(This is how we)
Say goodbye to the ones we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
Violence on the rise
Like a bullet in the sky
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Kindred Spirits sing
For the sick and suffering (the suffering)
The city of damage control
This is how we
(Roll... Roll...)
Say hello to the cops on patrol
Say hello to the cops on patrol
Say hello to the cops on patrol
Say hello to the ones in control
Teach our children well
From the bottom of the well
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Hear the children sing
For the sick and suffering (the suffering)
The city of damage control
This is how we
(Roll... Roll... Roll...)
Violence on the rise
Like a bullet in the sky
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Kindred Spirits sing
For the sick and suffering (the suffering)
The city of damage control
This is how we
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say a prayer for the ones who we love
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
(This is how we)
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say a prayer for the ones who we love
Say a prayer for the ones that we love
Say goodbye to the ones that we love
(This is how we)
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Outlaws
Life after youth
Faded in twilight
The dawn of a criminal in bloom
First love
First forgiveness
We were delinquents
Freaks of a faded memory
Outlaws
When we were forever young
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of redemption, baby
Hooligans
We destroyed suburbia
When we were outlaws
Outlaws of forever
Scars, broken hearts
Breaking in cars
Running in the light of the moon
Lost souls
Bottle rockets
All that we wanted
It's for our life beyond the stars
Outlaws
When we were forever young
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of redemption, baby
Hooligans
We destroyed suburbia
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of forever, baby
I got no supervision
Nothing will change my spirit's place to roam
I plead my innocence
I plead my innocence
But that's my best defense
When you are young
Outlaws
When we were forever young
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of redemption, baby
Hooligans
We destroyed suburbia
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of forever
I found a knife by the railroad track
You took a train and you can't go back
Forever now, forever now you'll roam
Faded in twilight
The dawn of a criminal in bloom
First love
First forgiveness
We were delinquents
Freaks of a faded memory
Outlaws
When we were forever young
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of redemption, baby
Hooligans
We destroyed suburbia
When we were outlaws
Outlaws of forever
Scars, broken hearts
Breaking in cars
Running in the light of the moon
Lost souls
Bottle rockets
All that we wanted
It's for our life beyond the stars
Outlaws
When we were forever young
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of redemption, baby
Hooligans
We destroyed suburbia
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of forever, baby
I got no supervision
Nothing will change my spirit's place to roam
I plead my innocence
I plead my innocence
But that's my best defense
When you are young
Outlaws
When we were forever young
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of redemption, baby
Hooligans
We destroyed suburbia
When we were outlaws
We're outlaws of forever
I found a knife by the railroad track
You took a train and you can't go back
Forever now, forever now you'll roam
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, JOHN PAUL LAWLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bouncing Off The Wall
Concrete dream - hey
I'm gonna make a scene: a radio
Covered in gasoline, sleeping in reverse
And everybody's bouncing off the walls
Bombs away - hey
It's just another day of idle threat
The secret of the day and I wouldn't sweat it
Everybody's bouncing off the walls
I'm bouncing off the walls
Alright
Concrete kiss - hey
Come on and do the twist: the radio
My little exorcist, we're all getting pissed
And everybody's bouncing off the walls
I'm bouncing off the walls
'Cause it's all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
'Cause we're all bloody freaks
And we'll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes
'Cause it's all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
'Cause we're all bloody freaks
And we'll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes
I'm gonna make a scene: a radio
Covered in gasoline, sleeping in reverse
And everybody's bouncing off the walls
Bombs away - hey
It's just another day of idle threat
The secret of the day and I wouldn't sweat it
Everybody's bouncing off the walls
I'm bouncing off the walls
Alright
Concrete kiss - hey
Come on and do the twist: the radio
My little exorcist, we're all getting pissed
And everybody's bouncing off the walls
I'm bouncing off the walls
'Cause it's all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
'Cause we're all bloody freaks
And we'll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes
'Cause it's all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
'Cause we're all bloody freaks
And we'll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Still Breathing
I'm like a child looking off on the horizon
I'm like an ambulance that's turning on the sirens
Oh, I'm still alive
I'm like a soldier coming home for the first time
I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine
Oh, I'm still alive
Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
My way to you
I'm like a junkie tying off for the last time
I'm like a loser that's betting on his last dime
Oh, I'm still alive
I'm like a son that was raised without a father
I'm like a mother barely keeping it together
Oh, I'm still alive
Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way, away, away...
As I walked out on the ledge
Are you scared to death to live?
I've been running all my life
Just to find a home that's for the restless
And the truth that's in the message
Making my way, away, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
My way to you
I'm like an ambulance that's turning on the sirens
Oh, I'm still alive
I'm like a soldier coming home for the first time
I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine
Oh, I'm still alive
Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
My way to you
I'm like a junkie tying off for the last time
I'm like a loser that's betting on his last dime
Oh, I'm still alive
I'm like a son that was raised without a father
I'm like a mother barely keeping it together
Oh, I'm still alive
Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way, away, away...
As I walked out on the ledge
Are you scared to death to live?
I've been running all my life
Just to find a home that's for the restless
And the truth that's in the message
Making my way, away, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
My head's above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
My way to you
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, ADAM RICHARD LESLIE SLACK, LUKE SPILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
She's a loner, not a stoner
Bleeding heart and the soul of Ms. Teresa
Supernova, Cherry Cola
She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota
I'm a rough boy around the edges
Getting drunk and falling into hedges
She's my weakness, f*cking genius
Swear to god and I'm not even superstitious
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
I wanna hold you like a gun
We'll shoot the moon into the sun (daylight)
Alright (alright)
Alright
Are you stranded, like I'm stranded?
Do you wanna watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I'm broken?
Are you restless? She said: "F*ck you, I'm from Oakland!"
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
She's a loner, not a stoner
Bleeding heart and the soul of Ms. Teresa
Supernova, Cherry Cola
She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota
I'm a rough boy around the edges
Getting drunk and falling into hedges
She's my weakness, f*cking genius
Swear to god and I'm not even superstitious
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
I wanna hold you like a gun
We'll shoot the moon into the sun (daylight)
Alright (alright)
Alright
Are you stranded, like I'm stranded?
Do you wanna watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I'm broken?
Are you restless? She said: "F*ck you, I'm from Oakland!"
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She's my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Too Dumb To Die
Oh, oh I love you
Oh, oh I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah
I was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
Me and my friends sang
Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
It's true, the middle of the road
At least it's better than here
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He said that everything will be alright
Not every Sunday can be Easter
The picket line screamed woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
Don't cross, don't cross the line
Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
Oh, oh I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah
I was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
Me and my friends sang
Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
It's true, the middle of the road
At least it's better than here
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He said that everything will be alright
Not every Sunday can be Easter
The picket line screamed woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
Don't cross, don't cross the line
Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Troubled Times
What good is love and peace on earth?
When it's exclusive?
Where's the truth in the written word?
If no one reads it
A new day dawning
Comes without warning
So don't blink twice
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What part of history we learned
When it's repeated
Some things will never overcome
If we don't seek it
The world stops turning
Paradise burning
So don't think twice
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
We run for cover
Like a skyscraper's falling down
Then I wander like a troubled mind
What good is love and peace on earth?
When it's exclusive
Where's the truth in the written word?
If no one reads it
A new day dawning
Comes without warning
So don't look twice
(We live in troubled times)
When it's exclusive?
Where's the truth in the written word?
If no one reads it
A new day dawning
Comes without warning
So don't blink twice
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What part of history we learned
When it's repeated
Some things will never overcome
If we don't seek it
The world stops turning
Paradise burning
So don't think twice
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
We run for cover
Like a skyscraper's falling down
Then I wander like a troubled mind
What good is love and peace on earth?
When it's exclusive
Where's the truth in the written word?
If no one reads it
A new day dawning
Comes without warning
So don't look twice
(We live in troubled times)
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Forever Now
[Part 1: "I'm Freaking Out"]
My name is Billie and I'm freaking out
I thought therefore I was well I can't really figure it out
I sit alone with my thoughts and prayers
Scream out my memories as if I was never there
Standing at the edge of the world
It's giving me the chills
Looking down the edge of the world
Lost in a tango, it's freaking me out
Burning lights and blackouts
From the edge of the world
From the edge of the world
I'm like a punk rocker on labor day
How the hell did I work so hard to be born this way?
I've never learned to read or write so well (freaking out)
But I can play the guitar until it hurts like hell
Standing at the edge of the world
It's giving me the chills
Looking down the edge of the world
Lost in a tango, it's freaking me out
Burning lights and blackouts
From the edge of the world
From the edge of the world
[Part 2: "A Better Way To Die"]
If this is what you call the good life
I want a better way to die
If this is what you call the good life
I want a better way to die
Oh I
Don't want to think about tomorrow
Don't want to think about it, oh
It doesn't matter anyway
Oh I
I want to start a revolution
I want to hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
I want a new conspiracy
And the silence of a thousand cries
So hurry up
I want a better way to die
[Part 3: "Somewhere" (Reprise)]
I'm running late to somewhere now where I don't want to be
Where the future and promises ain't what it used to be
I never wanted to compromise or bargain with my soul
How did a life on the wild side ever get so full
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere
Oh I
Don't want to think about tomorrow
Don't want to think about it, oh
It doesn't matter anyway
Oh I
I want to start a revolution
I want to hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
(I ain't gonna stand in line no more)
Oh I
Don't want to think about tomorrow
Don't want to think about it, oh
It doesn't matter anyway
(I ain't gonna stand in line no more)
Oh I
I want to start a revolution
I want to hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
My name is Billie and I'm freaking out
I thought therefore I was well I can't really figure it out
I sit alone with my thoughts and prayers
Scream out my memories as if I was never there
Standing at the edge of the world
It's giving me the chills
Looking down the edge of the world
Lost in a tango, it's freaking me out
Burning lights and blackouts
From the edge of the world
From the edge of the world
I'm like a punk rocker on labor day
How the hell did I work so hard to be born this way?
I've never learned to read or write so well (freaking out)
But I can play the guitar until it hurts like hell
Standing at the edge of the world
It's giving me the chills
Looking down the edge of the world
Lost in a tango, it's freaking me out
Burning lights and blackouts
From the edge of the world
From the edge of the world
[Part 2: "A Better Way To Die"]
If this is what you call the good life
I want a better way to die
If this is what you call the good life
I want a better way to die
Oh I
Don't want to think about tomorrow
Don't want to think about it, oh
It doesn't matter anyway
Oh I
I want to start a revolution
I want to hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
I want a new conspiracy
And the silence of a thousand cries
So hurry up
I want a better way to die
[Part 3: "Somewhere" (Reprise)]
I'm running late to somewhere now where I don't want to be
Where the future and promises ain't what it used to be
I never wanted to compromise or bargain with my soul
How did a life on the wild side ever get so full
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere now
Somewhere
Oh I
Don't want to think about tomorrow
Don't want to think about it, oh
It doesn't matter anyway
Oh I
I want to start a revolution
I want to hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
(I ain't gonna stand in line no more)
Oh I
Don't want to think about tomorrow
Don't want to think about it, oh
It doesn't matter anyway
(I ain't gonna stand in line no more)
Oh I
I want to start a revolution
I want to hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ordinary World
Where can I find the city of shining light
In an ordinary world?
How can I leave a buried treasure behind
In an ordinary world?
The days into years roll by
It's where that I live until I die
Ordinary world
What would you wish if you saw a shooting star
In an ordinary world?
I've walked to the end of the earth and afar
In an ordinary world
Baby, I don't have much
But what we have is more than enough
Ordinary world
Where can I find the city of shining light?
In an ordinary world
How can I leave a buried treasure behind?
In an ordinary world
Baby, I don't have much
But what we have is more than enough
Ordinary world
In an ordinary world?
How can I leave a buried treasure behind
In an ordinary world?
The days into years roll by
It's where that I live until I die
Ordinary world
What would you wish if you saw a shooting star
In an ordinary world?
I've walked to the end of the earth and afar
In an ordinary world
Baby, I don't have much
But what we have is more than enough
Ordinary world
Where can I find the city of shining light?
In an ordinary world
How can I leave a buried treasure behind?
In an ordinary world
Baby, I don't have much
But what we have is more than enough
Ordinary world
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Revolution Radio is the twelfth studio album by the American rock band Green Day, released on October 7, 2016 through Reprise Records. A self-produced effort, it marked their first release since 2009's 21st Century Breakdown not to be produced by longtime producer Rob Cavallo. It is also their first since said album to be recorded as a trio.
Green Day's previous three albums ¡Uno!, ¡Dos!, and ¡Tré! featured touring guitarist Jason White temporarily joining the band in the studio.
Three singles were released from the album; "Bang Bang", "Still Breathing", and "Revolution Radio". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics, appeared on multiple year-end lists, and sold 95,000 first-week album-equivalent units in the US to debut at number one on the Billboard 200. Revolution Radio also debuted at number one in the United Kingdom, Ireland, Italy, Canada, and New Zealand.
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Green DayGreen Day's previous three albums ¡Uno!, ¡Dos!, and ¡Tré! featured touring guitarist Jason White temporarily joining the band in the studio.
Three singles were released from the album; "Bang Bang", "Still Breathing", and "Revolution Radio". The album received generally positive reviews from music critics, appeared on multiple year-end lists, and sold 95,000 first-week album-equivalent units in the US to debut at number one on the Billboard 200. Revolution Radio also debuted at number one in the United Kingdom, Ireland, Italy, Canada, and New Zealand.
Genre(s): Punk rock, pop-punk, alternative rock
Producer(s): Green Day
Length: 44:40
Released: October 7th, 2016
Year: 2016