July 30, 2007
American Idiot
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria
The subliminal mind fuck America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Maybe I am the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
Calling out to idiot America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue
Jesus Of Suburbia Written by Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, & Tre Cool
I. JESUS OF SUBURBIA
I'm the son of rage and love,
The Jesus of suburbia,
From 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 I got away with
But 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 Mom's and Brad's are away,
To fall in love and fall in debt,
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane,
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
II. CITY OF THE DAMNED
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,
We're 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 in 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
III. I DON'T 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 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 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 if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
Everyone Is 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!
IV. DEARLY BELOVED
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 Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
V. TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN HOME
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 light 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 won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain,
When you've been victimized,
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...
Holiday Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Hear the sound of the falling rain,
Coming down like and Armageddon flame,
The shame,
The ones who died without a name,
Hear the dogs howling out of key,
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery",
And bleed the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time,
Another protester has crossed the line,
To find the money's on the other side,
Can I get another Amen?
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men,
A gag,
A plastic bag on a monument
The representative from California has the floor
Zieg Heil to the president gas man,
Bombs away is your punishment,
Pulverize the Eiffel towers,
Who criticize your government,
Bang, Bang goes the broken glass,
Kill all the fags that don't agree,
Trials by fire setting fire,
Is not a way that's meant for me,
Just cause,
Just cause because we're outlaws, yeah!
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives,
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Are We The Waiting?
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Starry nights city lights,
Coming down over me,
Skyscrapers and stargazers,
In my head
Are we we are, are we we are,
The waiting, unknown,
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams,
Lost and found city bound in my dreams
And screaming,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting,
And screaming,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
Forget me nots and second thoughts,
Live in isolation,
Heads or tales and fairytales in my mind,
Are we we are, are we we are,
The waiting, unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life,
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown.
St. Jimmy Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
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 1,2,1,2,3,4!
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 TALKING 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'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!
Give Me Novacaine Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Take away the sensation inside,
Bittersweet migraine in my head,
It's like a throbbing toothache,
Of the mind,
I can't take this feeling anymore
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensations overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight,
And everything will be alright,
Tell me that I won't feel a thing
Give me novacaine
Out of body and out of mind,
Kiss the demons out of my dreams,
I get the funny feeling and that's alright,
Jimmy says it's better than here
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensations overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight,
And everything will be alright,
Tell me Jimmy, I won't feel a thing
Give me novacaine
She's A Rebel Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername
She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade
is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate
is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that
sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings the liberation
that I just cant define
nothing comes to mind
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous
Extraordinary Girl Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
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,
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Somedays 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 hearts apocalypse,
From the one called whatsername
She's all alone again,
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Somedays he feels like dying
Somedays it's not worth trying,
Now that they both are finding,
She gets so sick of crying
St. Jimmy Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
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 a ride
Where have all the riots gone
As your 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 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
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
There's 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 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
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
Wake Me Up When September Ends Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Homecoming Written by Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, & Tre Cool
I. THE DEATH OF ST. JIMMY
My heart is beating from me,
I am standing all alone,
Please call me only if you are coming home,
Waste another year flies by,
Waste a night or two,
You taught me how to live.
In the streets of shame,
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain,
There's no sign 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,
Bearing gifts and trust,
The fixture in the city of lust
What the hells your name,
What's your pleasure and what's your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
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
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay,
In the state of mind in my own private suicide
II. EAST 12TH STREET
And nobody cares,
And nobody cares,
Does anyone care if nobody cares?,
And nobody cares,
And nobody cares,
Does anyone care if nobody cares?,
Jesus is filling out paperwork now,
At the facility on east 12th st,
He's not listening to a word now,
He's in his own world,
And he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
And she had enough,
And he's had plenty
Somebody get me out of here,
Anybody get me out of here,
Somebody get me out of here,
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away,
I don't want to stay, Get me outta here right now,
I just wanna be free,
Is there a possibility,
Get me out of here right now,
This life like dream ain't for me.
III. NOBODY LIKES YOU
I fell asleep while watching Spike TV,
After 10 cups of coffee,
And you're still not here,
Dreaming of a song,
But something went wrong,
and I can't tell anyone,
'Cus no one's here
Left me here alone,
When I should have stayed home,
After 10 cups of coffee,
I'm thinking,
Where'd you go?
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun,
Everyone left you,
Nobody likes you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun,
Where'd you go?
IV. ROCK 'N' ROLL GIRLFRIEND
I got a rock and roll band,
I got a rock and roll life,
I got a rock and roll girlfriend,
And another ex-wife
I got a rock and roll house,
I got a rock and 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 22 days,
So get off of my case
V. WE'RE COMING HOME AGAIN
Here they come marching down the street,
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat,
Coming back from the edge of town,
Underneath their feet
The time has come and it's going nowhere,
Nobody ever said that life was fair now,
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear,
In the summer heat
The world is spinning around and around,
Out of control again,
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down,
So send my love a letterbomb,
And visit me in hell,
We're the ones going
Home.
We're coming home again
I started fuckin' running,
Just as soon as my feet touch ground,
We're back in the barrio,
But to you and me, that's jingletown
Home.
We're coming home again,
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They're all out without you,
Having fun.
Whatsername Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Thought I ran onto you down on the street
Then it turned out only to be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she ever marry old what's his face?
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
I must confess
The regrets are useless
She's in my head
From so long ago
(Go, Go, Go, Go..)
And in the darkest night
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time
Posted on 07/30/2007 5:21 PM Comments (4)
DEFINITIONS IN THE STORY:
J./JOS/the Idiot of America: The Jesus of Suburbia Tunny: Random person met on the street who Jimmy befriends The Underbelly: JOS/Jimmy's group of friends Mom and Brad: JOS' parents. The way that JOS refers to his father as Brad, could mean that is father is gone and Brad is a stepfather, which would explain why he's calling him by name. AMERICAN IDIOT
The title track of the album. Basically, there's a confused, disoriented, angsty kid wrapped around a world of misconception and he has nowhere to go and feels hopeless and miserable. So this kid, the Jesus of Suburbia, is just crying out an anthem for the world to hear, screaming miserably "Don't wanna be an American Idiot..." He sees that he's stuck in this 'redneck agenda' and there's not a damn thing he can do to change it.
JESUS OF SUBURBIA (CITY OF THE DAMNED, I DON'T CARE, DEARLY BELOVED, TALES OF ANOTHER BROKEN HOME)
Everyone on the album has their own track. Jesus of Suburbia basically introduces us to the Jesus of Suburbia, how he was brought up in rage, and love, his atmosphere, friends, and basic general information. Part I, JOS, is just an introduction. "I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia..."...Part II, City of The Damned, is just a crying out for help, hating his town, his city, and his overall miserable life that he lives. Part III, I Don't Care, is properly named and is about just that. JOS' apathetic screams of pain and how he just doesn't fucking care about anything anymore. Part IV, Dearly Beloved, is JOS asking if what he's feeling is natural, how he can get out, and if anyone can understand...Tales Of Another Broken Home, Part V, is basically the end of the anthem. JOS is fed up, fucked up, and just decides to quit town and quit the life that he's living. "I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize. When there ain't NOWHERE you can go. RUNNING AWAY from pain, when you feel victimized, tales from another broken home"...and he just leaves.
HOLIDAY
So JOS has just left town and he's living his life on the streets (Hear the sound of the falling rain...). He's speaking outloud and acting in vein :P, but it seems like he's talking himself into the fact that running away was the right thing to do. Explaining his reasons of discontent to himself. He still feels alone, and shunned from society, but it seems he feels a little more self-confidence, and happiness out on the road. It is also remotely political with the whole "Zeig heil..." thing, but it's basically just JOS yelling out and expressing his own dead beliefs onto the world. Like screaming into mid air. Also, to go 'on holiday' is said to be like, a vacation. So this is basically like an escape, a runaway. This leads us into Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS JOS is out alone, on the cold streets, nothing to do, nowhere to go. The happiness has worn off and he walks alone. Everyone's asleep, no one can hear him, no one cares, and he just walks...
ARE WE THE WAITING?
Still, alone, living it rough. JOS plays tricks in his mind, and you can see his slowly losing his sanity. He even starts to not believe who he is anymore. He's not the king of his local 711 out on the streets, where no one knows who he is...he's not the Jesus of Suburbia anymore. He's just...there.
Now is where the controversy starts. The album picks up into an angry, purely amazing, anthem about the ever-so-lovely St. Jimmy. Now, people have said, and this sounds pretty true, that the JOS is just pushed over the edge, turned into this new fuck you punkfuck named St. Jimmy. Basically, pushed off of the deep end into schizophrenia. Green Day, actually has stated, that JOS meets this kid, St. Jimmy, on the street somewhere, but that's questionable. I'll leave the interpretation up to you.
ST. JIMMY
Fast, upbeat, so effing hardcore. St. Jimmy...the patron saint of the denial. Tough, rough, not afraid to kill. The run of the mill punkkid times 70. The hardest, baddest mother fucker around. He's lived his life on the streets, knows all, sees all. Lies, and pretty cocky to boot. He can actually be seen as a foil to JOS, who's totally innocent and callow going into this thing.
GIVE ME NOVACAINE
JOS meets Jimmy and becomes close with him. They do drugs together, hang around together and JOS depends on Jimmy to keep him sane, without knowing anyone else. Give Me Novacaine is basically his experimentation with drugs, and how Jimmy introduces him to drugs to ease the pain of everyday life.
SHE'S A REBEL
While on the streets, Jimmy and JOS meet a rebel girl named Whatsername. As described in She's A Rebel, she's holding on JOS' heart like a hand grenade. For JOS, it's love at first sight. It's a basic introduction to the girl, and a new twist in JOS' heart strings. New feelings, new mindset, new atmosphere.
EXTRAORDINARY GIRL
Again, about Whatsername. JOS' feelings for her, what he thinks of her, etc...
LETTERBOMB
After getting close with Whatsername, there is an eventual breakup. The beginning "Nobody likes you, everyone left you..."...is Whatsername taunting JOS, and writing him a goodbye letter. She explains that JOS doesn't care enough, and that he isn't who he thinks he is. "You're not the Jesus of Suburbia. The St. Jimmy is a figment of, your father's rage and your mother's love, that's made the idiot america"...she's explaining that JOS has turned into what he's always hated and she leaves him. "Well she said I can't take this place, I'm leaving you behind. She said I can't take this town I'm leaving you tonight..."
WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
JOS is alone again. Lost his friends, the only girl he ever loved, he's out of home, out of job, and back where he started, sad and alone on the streets. He describes himself as innocent, or at least he was, and he just didn't last. They broke him down, and he's just dead inside. This is also, on a more personal note, a side song about Billie Joe's late father, who died years ago (September 1982), when Billie Joe was 10. Both explanations apply.
HOMECOMING (THE DEATH OF ST. JIMMY, EAST 12TH ST., NOBODY LIKES YOU, ROCK 'N' ROLL GIRLFRIEND)
JOS has nothing left to do. He's been on the streets. He stands alone again. So where else to go? Home. Part I, the Death of St. Jimmy. He's leaving the streets, he's going back, he's leaving Jimmy behind. He realizes that turning away wasn't the answer, and he's gained nothing from it except knowledge that life is no better in a different atmosphere. He hoped for too much, and got nothing in return. St. Jimmy kills himself, in a sense, in JOS' mind he's gone. Still, there's no one who cares, and nobody cares. Part II, East 12th St, tells us that JOS met and accepted conformity, got a job, and is just in his own world as people move around him. He'd rather be out and around with 'the underbelly', his friends. He feels trapped. Alone, and again, must get away. "This lifelike dream ain't for me"...Part III, Nobody Likes You. He's still depressed about losing Whatsername, as he waits for her to return, but no luck. All of his dreams at this point are shot to hell, as her voice still pounds in his head "NOBODY LIKES YOU, EVERYONE LEFT YOU..." Part IV, Rock 'N Roll Girlfriend, in the inlay, is shown as a postcard from "Tunny"...who seems to be another person JOS met while on the streets. Tunny explains that he's living it up where he is, and the rebel life he leads, while JOS is rotting with his dead end job, in his dead end life. Part V, We're Coming Home Again, is JOS accepting things. He's coming to the realization of everything and everyone, and is just accepting it. He comes home. It's left on a confusing note. He's not sure if he's happy or sad, he's just home, living, and he just...is.
WHATSERNAME
After being home, and just living in normality, he still regrets losing Whatsername. It's been so long, he can't even remember her name. He wonders what happened to her, and can only remember. All he has is his memories of her. The album ends with him still trying to forget "If my memory serves me right, I'll never turn back time, forgetting you, but not the time."...He doesn't regret living his life on the streets, using it as a learning experience, but still tries to forget Whatsername, and the pain that she put him through, and vice versa.
AMERICAN IDIOT'S B-SIDES:
GOVERNATOR
Written in relation to Arnold Schwarzenegger. They repeat his famous words from The Terminator, "I'll be back." SHOPLIFTER
Living life on the streets with Jimmy, stealing things to get by.
FAVORITE SON
George Bush anthem, not really related to the story.
TOO MUCH TOO SOON
All about Whatsername. How she's so needy and JOS is getting fed up.
Posted on 07/30/2007 5:08 PM Comments (4)
July 22, 2007
Sorry , i guess i forgot to post it before, but the 2nd of July was Billie Joe's & Adrienne's 13th anniversary!!
13 Years of marriage is a lot! So i hope they are happy & they last many years more!! <3 <3
Posted on 07/22/2007 4:38 PM Comments (5)
June 3, 2007
"You're the fucking leaders, you have the power. Don't let these bastards dictate the rest of the world, or dictate you fucking life!" (at Live 8 concert on July 2, 2005 in Berlin, Germany)
"Woodstock was about the closest thing to anarchy I've ever seen in my whole life, and I didn't like it."
(at the 47th Annual Grammy Awards, acceptance speech) "Rock 'n' roll can be fun and dangerous at the same time."
"There is not a band you can mention that we haven’t kicked their ass at one time or another."
"History will tell if we were really a good band or just a one day fly."
(When asked in 1992 where they would be in 3 years) "I’m going to point a gun at Tre. Tre is going to point a gun at Mike. Mike is going to point a gun at me." (Mike: "We’re going to count to 3 and pull the trigger.")
(In regards to the story on the Kerplunk cover The Diary of Laurie L) "I thought it was kinda lame. The story was great. Totally hilarious. But it was too much. Kinda like turning us into a parody of ourselves."
"What do you mean we walked around dressed like girls? We walked around in our own clothes they just happened to be dresses."
"Do I want to change the world with music? Well fuck yeah I want to change the world to a certain extent yeah. It needs to be changed....it needs a kick in the ass."
"Punk is always something that’s going to be with us and to try and explain that would be stupid at this point."
"Attack your instruments. Don’t let them attack you."
"I kind of became everyone’s weird uncle. I was drunk all the time wearing a fucking leopard g string."
"One thing I want to teach my son is sensitivity to other people. I want to teach him not to be this macho freak."
"You want a drumstick? Like a ice cream cone or a chicken wing!?"
"I got body lice in Gremany! I'd tell you they were crabs, but I wasn't getting laid."
"Adrienne is the only woman I will ever love."
"Our passion is our strength."
"I'm still wearing the pants I had in the eleventh grade."
"I actually have less friends now than I ever had."
"I hate celebrities. I really hate them."
"I'm not as depressed as I used to be. The Prozac's working!"
"Aw, how the fuck are you all doin' tonight?... That's what I fuckin' wanted to hear, goddamnit!"
"I never thought that being obnoxious would get me where I am now."
"Never run in the rain with your socks on."
"A lot of people, when they talk to me, I can't wait for them to shut up. Like, shut up. you're a moron. I have nothing to say, you know?"
"Yeah fuck me! I wish all of you could fuck me!"
"Ah, if someone falls down, please pick him back up cuz it doesn't mean that there's a fuckin' camera in your face that you don't have to lookout for each other."
"'Welcome to Montreal-- fuck you', would be a good sign at your highways."
"What? You can heckle me if you want, it's okay I won't understand!" (at a foreign concert)
"This song's off our album. It's called Kerplunk. It's kind of in line with the shit thing, ya know, it's like you take a dookie and it kerplunks in the toilet."
"Just about 99% of the population masturbates while the other 1%, lie about it."
"They sound like Tré choking on a hair ball." (Slipknot)
"My mom was from Oklahoma, hence the name Billie Joe...It's not William Joseph it's just Billie Joe."
"The darkness is coming now god dammit!"
"When someone is in a car accident and they're driving at 100 mph, drunk, who's tape do you think his listening to at that time? Think about it."
"It's my fucking life and you know what nobody invited you...so there's the door...see ya!"
"A guy walks up to me and asks 'What's Punk?'. So I kick over a garbage can and say 'That's punk!'. So he kicks over the garbage can and says 'That's Punk?', and I say 'No that's trendy!'
"Well, you know, I look at myself in the morning and yes, yeah I-I am a God."
"B-I-L-L-I-E J-O-E. My real name is Billie Joe. And it's southern, my moms from Oklahoma and that's how I got the name."
"I fucking hate Lynyrd Skynyrd, I've always hated Lynyrd Skynyrd. Fuckin' backwards ass hillbilly shit."
"I think the little bush is a bit stupid and more or less the puppet of his old man."
"There's nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it."
"I sound like an Englishman impersonating an American impersonating an Englishman."
"School is practice for the future, and practice makes perfect, and nobodies perfect, so why practice?"
"They have bad taste. I am not a good-looking guy."
"I'm not gonna say anything inspirational; I'm just gonna fucking swear a lot."
"You think your life is tough? Try being a parent!"
"Minority is about being an individual. It's like you have to sift through the darkness to find your place and be that individual you want to be your entire life."
"Punk rock is dead...and I fucking killed it."
"It's fun until someone gets hurt...then it's halarious."
"[Our 'Waiting' video] was totally a failure. MTV doesn't show any videos anymore. If we had a booty video - if we had, like, McG, with girls shaking their ass in the video -- it would probably get played. Actually, I am just really bitter right now."
VH1's Behind the Music: "You say it to my face, you might be pickin' yourself off the ground."
VH1's Behind the Music: "We put the fun back in dysfunctional."
"All saints are gonna be there? Tre, you might get laid!"
"Are you canadian? Oh, okay, 'cause you're sure as hell acting like one right now."
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