I'm not fucking aroundI think I'm coming outAll the deceivers and cheatersI've think we've got a bleeder right nowWant you to slap me aroundWant you to knock me outWell, you missed me kissed meNow you better kick me down
Maybe you're the runner upBut the first one to lose the raceAlmost only really counts inHorseshoes and hand grenades
I'm gonna burn it all downI'm gonna rip it outWell, everything that you employWas meant for me to destroyTo the ground nowSo don't you fuck me aroundBecause I'll shoot you downI'm gonna drink, fight and fuckAnd pushing my luckAll the time now
Maybe you're the runner upBut the first one to lose the raceAlmost only really counts inHorseshoes and hand grenades
Demolition, self-destructionWhat to annihilateThe age-old contradictionDemolition, self-destructionWhat to annihilateThe old age
I'm not fucking aroundI think I'm coming outAll the deceivers and cheatersI've think we've got a bleeder right nowI'm not fucking aroundG-L-O-R-I-A
1 | Boulevard Of Broken Dreams |
2 | Basket Case |
3 | 21 Guns |
4 | American Idiot |
5 | Wake Me Up When September Ends |
6 | When I Come Around |
7 | Know Your Enemy |
8 | Stray Heart |
9 | Kill the DJ |
10 | American Idiot (Live) |