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Green Day

Dirty Rotten Bastards

 

Dirty Rotten Bastards

(album: ¡Tré! - 2012)


Calling all demons, this is the season
Next stop is therapy
We're the retarded and the broken hearted
The season of misery

Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it
The rejects, the wastes of times
Gonna take it further, get away with murder
And no one here is getting out alive

Here's to all God's losers ra da da di
The bottom-feeders frenzy
Here's to all bloodsuckers sing along with me
Cause we don't say no
Scream one, two, three

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hey

We're too old to be misbehaved
We sold our souls and so ashamed of ourselves
So we wait for this judgment day
Write me a letter and send it to my grave
Yeah

All fucked up beyond intervention
Fuck the world this is my revolution
Long lost souls and living in cages
I'm on a bender it's one for the ages

I've got the urge
To binge and surge
The tables turn
To crash and burn

Julianna homicide
Make my demons come to life
Well, Julianna homicide
Oh, won't you be my blushing bride?

I chopped me a line of my best friends ashes
Dust to dust when the red light flashes
What the fuck does OK stand for?
When the afterlife is only worth dying for

I've got the urge
To binge and surge
The tables turn
To crash and burn

Julianna homicide
Make my demons come to life
Well, Julianna homicide
Oh, won't you be my blushing bride?
Alright

Well, California's burning to the ground
And Julianna walks on holy ground
Where there's smoke there's fire burning out the lights
Cause California's burning down tonight
Tonight

Calling all demons, this is the season
Next stop is therapy
We're the retarded and the broken hearted
The season of misery

Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it
The rejects, the wastes of times
Gonna take it further, get away with murder
And no one here is getting out alive

Here's to all God's losers ra da da di
The bottom-feeders frenzy
Here's to all bloodsuckers sing along with me
Cause we don't say no
Scream one, two, three

We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away

We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away

We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away

We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away

We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away

We're carried away
Carried away
Carried away

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