Just like a baby Just like a baby Sometimes I cry I can feel it when You lie to me I'll try if I can Inside a little big man Everything is new Come to find out

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

Want to stay alive Everything about this place just doesn't feel right I don't wanna die Suddenly I'm frightened for my life Want to say goodbye This could be the last time you see me alive I may not survive Knew it from the moment we arrived

You better slow down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

Lonesome day It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, yeah It's alright, it's alright, (it's alright, yeah) Baby, once I thought I knew Everything I needed to know about you Your sweet whisper, your tender touch But I didn't really know that much Joke's

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder All the pain is finally over You can close your eyes Everything's alright Listen to me, close your eyes baby, picture this: Sunset, on the ocean, that's Pacific New whips, new tiffs, now your wrist lit You can get anything

Why do you have to be a heartbreaker is it a lesson that I never knew? when I was being what you want me to be? Suddenly everything I ever wanted has passed me by I got to say it and it's hard for me You got me crying like I thought I would never be Love

Wake up America we're all in this together It's our home so let's take care of it You know that you want to You know that you got to wake up America Tomorrow becomes a new day and everything you do Matters yeah everything you do matters in some way I

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

Oh whata' groomy day in Newport'verything is sad, sad, sad Yes what a groomy day in Newport everything is sad, sad. You know it's a groomy day in Newport One awhile a time to have a hand What gonna happened to my music What gonna happened to the song Bis