My heart is beating from me
I am standing a alone
Please call me only if you are coming come
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no sign of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city light
What the hells your name
what's your pleasure and what's your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch
In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "we're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame

Jimmy died today
He blew out his brains into the bay
In the state of mind in my own suicide

And nobody cares
And nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th st.
He's not listened to a word now
He's in his own world
And he's daydreaming
His life is on the line with anxiety now
And she had enough
And he had enough
Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away
I don't want to stay
Get me out of here right now
I just want to be free
Is there a responsibility
Get me out of here right now
This life like ain't for me

I fell asleep watching spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And your still not here
Dreaming of a song
When something went wrong
But I can't tell anyone
'Cause you're not
Left me here alone
When I should have stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking weird you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go
I'm thinking weird you go
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go

Geeze... Ha...

I got a rock and roll band
I got a rock and roll life
I got a rock and roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife
I got a rock and roll house
I got a rock and roll car
I plat the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in new york
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off my case

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet
The time has come and it going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
The world is spinning
Around and around
Out of control again
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letter bomb
And visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
Just as soon as my feet touched the ground
We're back in Barrio
But to you and me, that's jingle town

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin fun

Writer : ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE / WRIGHT, FRANK E., III / PRITCHARD, MICHAEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.