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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Green Day
Green Day
Künstler:in
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Gitarre
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Begleitgesang
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Schlagzeug
Jason White
Jason White
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter:in
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Songwriter:in
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Green Day
Green Day
Produzent:in
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Produzent:in
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Produzent:in
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Produzent:in
Lee Bothwick
Lee Bothwick
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chris Dugan
Chris Dugan
Ingenieur:in
Jason White
Jason White
Produzent:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Produzent:in
Brad Kobylczak
Brad Kobylczak
Ingenieurassistent:in

Songtexte

Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Calling all demons, this is the season Next stop is therapy We're the retarded and the brokenhearted The season of misery Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it The rejects and waste-of-times I'm 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-da-dee 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 Ms. 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 livin' 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 Juliana homicide Make my demons come to life Oh, Julianna homicide Oh, won't you be my blushing bride? I chop me a line of my best friend's ashes Dust to dust when the red light flashes What the fuck does "ok" stand for When the afterlife is nothing worth dying for? Ooh, I've got the urge to binge and surge The tables turn to crash and burn Juliana homicide Make my demons come to life Oh, Julianna homicide Oh, won't you be my blushing bride? Alright! Yow! 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 brokenhearted The season of misery Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it The rejects and waste-of-times I'm 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-da-dee 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
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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