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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Background Vocals
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Frank Edwin III Wright ​
Songwriter
Michael Pritchard
Michael Pritchard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Green Day
Green Day
Producer
Chris Dugan
Chris Dugan
Additional Engineer
Reto Peter
Reto Peter
Additional Engineer
Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts
Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts
Assistant Engineer
Dmitar "Dim-E" Krnjaic
Dmitar "Dim-E" Krnjaic
Assistant Engineer
Joe Brown
Joe Brown
Assistant Engineer
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Greg Burns
Greg Burns
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Hoyson
Jimmy Hoyson
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She's an extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
[Verse 2]
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
[Verse 3]
She sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy
He steals the image in her kiss
From her hearts apocalypse
From the one called Whatsername
[Verse 4]
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
[Verse 5]
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
Some days it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
She gets so sick of crying
[Verse 6]
She's an extraordinary girl
An extraordinary girl
An extraordinary girl
An extraordinary girl
[Verse 7]
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Having fun
[Verse 8]
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for the ride
[Verse 9]
Where have all the riots gone
As the city's motto gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
[Verse 10]
The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life
[Verse 11]
It's not over 'til you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
[Verse 12]
There's nothing left to analyze
[Verse 13]
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
[Verse 14]
And don't look back
[Verse 15]
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America
[Verse 16]
It's not over 'till you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
[Verse 17]
She said, I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind
[Verse 18]
Well, she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
Written by: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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