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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Background Vocals
Tré Cool
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Frank Edwin III Wright
Songwriter
Michael Pritchard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Green Day
Producer
Chris Dugan
Additional Engineer
Reto Peter
Additional Engineer
Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts
Assistant Engineer
Dmitar "Dim-E" Krnjaic
Assistant Engineer
Joe Brown
Assistant Engineer
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Greg Burns
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Hoyson
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
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
She's all alone again
And wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days, he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
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 heart's apocalypse
From the one called Whatsername
She's all alone again
And wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days, he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
She's all alone again
And 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
She's an extraordinary girl
An extraordinary girl
An extraordinary girl
An extraordinary girl
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Having fun
Where have all of the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
A flunkie all along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone?
As the city's model gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
The town bishop's 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
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
There is nothing left to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
And don't look back
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
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
Well, she said, "I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind"
Well, she said, "I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight"
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Green Day, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
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