Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Bass Guitar
Tré Cool
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Frank Edwin III Wright
Songwriter
Michael Pritchard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billie Joe Armstrong
Producer
Mike Dirnt
Producer
Tré Cool
Producer
Chris Dugan
Additional Engineer
Reto Peter
Additional Engineer
Dmitar "Dim-e" Kmjaic
Assistant Engineer
Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Hoyson
Assistant Engineer
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Greg Burns
Assistant Engineer
Joe Brown
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
My heart is beatin' from me
I am standin' all alone
Please call me only
If you are comin' home
Waste another, year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
[Verse 1]
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs 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
Bearin' gifts and trust
A fixture in the city of lust
[Chorus]
What the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure, what is your pain?
Do ya dream too much?
Do ya think that what you need is a crutch?
[Verse 2]
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"
[Chorus]
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the Bay
In the state of mind
It's my own private suicide
[Intro]
Well, nobody cares, well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody cares, well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
[Verse 3]
Jesus fillin' out paperwork now
At the facility on East 12th Street
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doin' somethin' else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
She had enough and he had plenty
[Chorus]
Somebody get me out of there
Anybody get me out of there
Somebody get me out of there
Get me the fuck right out of there
[Bridge]
So far away, I don't wanna stay
Get me outta here right now
Just wanna be free, is there a possibility?
Get me outta here right now
Out, out, out, out, right!
This lifelike dream ain't for me
[Verse 4]
I fell asleep while watchin' Spike TV
After ten cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreamin' of a song, but somethin' went wrong
And ya can't tell anyone 'cause no one's here
[PreChorus]
Left me here alone
And I shoulda stayed home
After ten cups of coffee, I'm thinkin'
[Chorus]
Where'd you go?
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
Where'd you go?
They're all out without you, havin' fun
Where'd you go?
Everyone left you, nobody likes you
Where'd you go?
They're all out without you, havin' fun
Where'd you go?
[Intro]
Jeez
[Verse 5]
I got a rock 'n' roll band, I got a rock 'n' roll life
I got a rock 'n' roll girlfriend, and another ex-wife
I got a rock 'n' roll house, I got a rock 'n' roll car
I play 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 twenty-two days, so get off my case (Don't want to be an American idiot)
Off of my case
Off of my case
[Intro]
Hey
[Verse 6]
Here they come, marchin' down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat
Comin' back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet
Their time has come, and it's goin' nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
[PreChorus]
The world is spinnin' 'round and 'round out of control again
The 7-11 to the fear of breakin' down
So send my love a letter bomb
And visit me in Hell
We're the ones goin'
[Chorus]
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
[Bridge]
I started fuckin' runnin' as soon as my feet touched ground
We're back in the barrio, and to you and me, that's Jingle Town
[Chorus]
That's home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again
Home, we're comin' home again (No! Fuck you! Just go! I don't care! I don't! I don't know! I smashed my phone! Just go! I don't care! I don't! I don't know! I smashed my phone!)
[Outro]
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Written by: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool