FUCK YEAH AMERICAN IDIOT

Johnny: September 10th. Dear mom, do you remember when dad – Brad – said that I would never amount to anything? Well, I one upped him. I amount to nothing. I knew you’d be proud. 

Johnny: July 21st. Life before the lobotomy. Johnny sang the eulogy. It burned your dreams into the ground. Johnny’s lesson is what he’s been sold. Remember to learn to forget. I’m not stoned, I’m just fucked up. I’m not cursed, ‘cause I’ve been blessed. I’m not in love, 'cause I’m a mess. I never liked you anyway. St. Jimmy rules! P.S. Don’t wait up!

Johnny: She’s taking me to a show tonight. Band’ll probably suck, but I’ll be with her. Is this just be lust, or could it be the dawning?

Johnny: Oh my god. I forgot to take a shower again. But at least I got a friend, mom, you were right. I did make a friend at camp.

Johnny: March 15th. What the fuck? Tunny’s dream turned red, white, and blue, but I thought that good guys don’t wear red, white, and blue. Nobody seems to agree on anything these days. This city is misting over the skyscrapers. The cement feels so damp yet pretty at once. Is life imitating me or is rage imitating life? I feel like a civil war, like a knife in the heart. I got an axe to grind and it’s splitting my head open. No friends, no girls. I need both.

Johnny: Hey, shine your light on this, motherfucker! I got plans, baby. Hang your dark cloud over your dirty old town. The end of the world is over. My riot. My love. My country. The dawning of a new city. New faces. New voices. My voice. My city.

Both: And the good guys ain’t wearing red, white, or blue.

Johnny: Oh shit, is this my life? 

Dear dad, or God, or whatever I sold my guitar to get a bus ticket home Met the girl of my dreams, but I’m dead to her now So, I’m coming home in victory Arms open wide, sitting by a Greyhound toilet First stop: convenience store I’ve got lies to tell Glory never felt so good Justice was served, you were just too stupid to notice That’s why I love you P.S. Take a fucking shower! 

Johnny: September 10th. Dear mom, do you remember when dad – Brad – said that I would never amount to anything? Well, I one upped him. I amount to nothing. I knew you’d be proud. 

Johnny: July 21st. Life before the lobotomy. Johnny sang the eulogy. It burned your dreams into the ground. Johnny’s lesson is what he’s been sold. Remember to learn to forget. I’m not stoned, I’m just fucked up. I’m not cursed, ‘cause I’ve been blessed. I’m not in love, 'cause I’m a mess. I never liked you anyway. St. Jimmy rules! P.S. Don’t wait up!

Johnny: She’s taking me to a show tonight. Band’ll probably suck, but I’ll be with her. Is this just be lust, or could it be the dawning?

and that was that, or so it seemed Is this the end or the beginning? all I know is, she was right: i am an idiot it’s even on my birth certificate in so many words this is my rage, this is my love this is my town, this is my city, this is my country this is my life

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation

Johnny: March 15th. What the fuck? Tunny’s dream turned red, white, and blue, but I thought that good guys don’t wear red, white, and blue. Nobody seems to agree on anything these days. This city is misting over the skyscrapers. The cement feels so damp yet pretty at once. Is life imitating me or is rage imitating life? I feel like a civil war, like a knife in the heart. I got an axe to grind and it’s splitting my head open. No friends, no girls. I need both.