SOMEWHERE NOW
I want to be like the soldiers on the screen
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 and bargain with my
soul
How did life on the wild side ever get so dull?
I've grown up and am medicated
On my own Cellular waves
I put the riot in Patriot
And we all die in threes
I got a scene 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 a shooting star
There's a soldier thats freaking out
Because this is war!
Bang Bang
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 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
It's my private ho (ho) ly (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
STAY THE NIGHT
I haven't got much time so I'll get to the point
You wanna share a ride and get the fuck out of this
joint
I got an impulse so impulsive that it burns
I wanna break your heart until it makes your stomach
churn
I gotta know that you're the one that got away
Even though it was never meant to be
So stay, stay the night
Cause we're runnin' out of time
so stay the night
I don't wanna say goodbye
Stay, stay the night
Cause we're runnin' out of time
So stay the night
I don't want to say goodbye
I'm just sick and tired of feeling so alone
Well, I don't understand the point if you got to go
home
why won't you stay and cure the circles round my eyes
and we can watch the stars until the sun begins to rise
ST. JIMMY
St. jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
light of a silhouette
he's insubordinate
coming at you on the count of one, two (1,2,3,4!)
My name is jimmy and you better not wear it out
suicide commando that your momma talked about
 king of the forty theives
and i'm here to represent
that needle in the vein of the establishment
I'm the patron saint of the denial
with an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
i am the son of a bitch and edgar allen poe
raised in the city under a halo of lights
the product of war and fear that we've been victimized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
with an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talkin' to me?
I'll give you something to cry about.
St. jimmy!
My name is st. jimmy i'm a son of a gun
i am the one that's from the way outside
a teenage assasin makes the killing so fun
in the cult of the life of crime
I'd really hate to say it but i told you so
so shut your mouth before i shoot you down ol' boy
welcome to the club and give me some blood
i'm the resident leader of the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
it's st. jimmy
and that's my name...and don't wear it out!
Stray Heart
I lost my way, oh, baby
This stray heart
Went to another
Can you recover, baby?
Oh, you're the only one that I'm dreaming of
Your precious heart
Was torn apart by me and
You, you're not alone
Oh, and now I'm where I belong
We're not alone
Oh, I'll hold your heart and never let go
Everything that I want
I want from you
But I just can't have you
Everything that I need
I need from you
But I just can't have you
I said a thousand times
And now a thousand one
We'll never part
I'll never stray again from you
This dog is destined for a home
To your heart
We'll never part
I'll never stray again from you
You, you're not alone
Oh, and now I'm where I belong
We're not alone
Oh, I'll hold your heart and never let go
Everything that I want
I want from you
But I just can't have you
Everything that I need
I need from you
But I just can't have you
Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my
Sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the Moms and brats are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
 But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find, what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the lights of masochists
And I, leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
Oh you're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Are you leaving home?
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 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 Now (Reprise)"]
I'm running late to somewhere now that 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
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 theres 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'

Bouncing Off The Wall

Concrete dream (Hey!)

I'm gonna make a scene
The radio
Covered in gasoline
Sleeping in reverse
And everybody's bouncing off the walls

Bombs away (Hey!)

It's just another day
Of idle threats
The secret alphabet
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