Welcome to Paradise (Live at Woodstock 1994)

What kind of a day do you want? What kind of a day do you want? Green fucking Day Hello, what is this fucking free hippie load shit? How are you doing all you rich motherfuckers? Dear mother, can you hear me whining? It's been three whole weeks since that I've left your home This sudden fear has left me tremblin' 'Cause now it seems that I am out there on my own And I'm feeling so alone Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradi- A gunshot rings out at the station (sing it) Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own It makes me wonder why I'm still here For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home And I'm never gonna go Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradi- Dear mother, can you hear me laughing? It's been six whole months since I have left your home It makes me wonder why I'm still here For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home And I'm never gonna go Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes Some call it slums, some call it nice I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradi- Well paradi- Don't smoke the brown weed Green butt, goddamn it Well, the reason why everybody freaked out Out because of the brown ass because it's the best shit Can't do the crime, don't do the time Wait a minute, I said it backwards I'm a sticks in Look at you freaking dirty motherfuckers Can you do one thing for me, and I swear to God I'll leave you alone? Starting on that side, can you do the wave? In a fucking baseball game? Oh, okay, thanks