Green Day je americká punkrocková skupina, kterou tvoří Billie Joe Armstrong (kytara a zpěv), Tré Cool (bicí) a Mike Dirnt (basa, pomocné vokály). V roce 1987 založili kamarádi z dětství Billie Joe Armstrong a Mike Dirnt, oběma bylo tehdy 14...

Píseň: Dirty Rotten Bastards

Interpret:
Green Day
Album:
¡TRÉ!
Yea yea yea


Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea


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 and waste of times


We’re 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 de
The bottom feeder's frenzy
Here’s to all blood suckers
Sing along with me
Cause we don’t say no scream 1 2 3


Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea


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


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 got the urge to binge and surge
The tables turn to crash and burn


Juliana Homicide
Make my demons come to life
Juliana Homicide
Won't you be my blushing bride


Chop me a line on 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


I got the urge to binge and surge
The tables turn to crash and burn


Juliana Homicide
Make my demons come to life
Juliana Homicide
Won't you be my blushing bride


Alright


California’s burning to the ground
And Juliana 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 and waste of times


We’re 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 de
The bottom feeder's frenzy
Here’s to all blood suckers
Sing along with me
Cause we don’t say no scream 1 2 3


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