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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Green Day
Performer
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Background Vocals
Tré Cool
Drums
Jason White
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Mike Dirnt
Songwriter
Tré Cool
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Green Day
Producer
Billie Joe Armstrong
Producer
Mike Dirnt
Producer
Tré Cool
Producer
Lee Bothwick
Additional Engineer
Andrew Schubert
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brad Townsend
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Engineer
Chris Dugan
Engineer
Jason White
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Brad Kobylczak
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
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
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