Green Day
Lyricist: ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE / PRITCHARD, MICHAEL / WRIGHT, FRANK E. III Composer: ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE / PRITCHARD, MICHAEL / WRIGHT, FRANK E. III
This whiskey sour, amateur hour
Raise your glass and toast your friends
Some day we will fight again, well
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocket knifes and rusty chains
Where in the hell is the old gang, yeah?
And all the losers Can't even win for losing
And the beginners Don't even know what song they're singing
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
This broken scene is turning green
Brass knuckles left in the rain
Death wish kids among the living
I want to ride on the divided
Anything but the mainstream
Where the fuck is your old gang, man?
And all the losers Can't even win for losing
And the beginners Don't even know what song they're singing
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
So long Didn't even say goodnight
So long There's nowhere to go When you're hiding in plain sight
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break When it doesn't even pound~