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Homecoming
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Bass Guitar
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Frank Edwin III Wright ​
Songwriter
Michael Pritchard
Michael Pritchard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Producer
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Producer
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Producer
Chris Dugan
Chris Dugan
Additional Engineer
Reto Peter
Reto Peter
Additional Engineer
Dmitar "Dim-e" Kmjaic
Dmitar "Dim-e" Kmjaic
Assistant Engineer
Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts
Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Hoyson
Jimmy Hoyson
Assistant Engineer
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Greg Burns
Greg Burns
Assistant Engineer
Joe Brown
Joe Brown
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

My heart is beating from me I am standing all alone Please call me only if you are coming home Waste another year flies by Waste a night or two You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope There's a glow of light The Saint Jimmy is the spark in the night Bearing gifts and trust A fixture in the city of lust What the hell's your name? What's your pleasure, what is your pain? Do you dream too much? Do you think what you need is a crutch? In the crowd of pain St. Jimmy comes without any shame He says, "We're fucked up, but we're not the same And Mom and Dad are the ones you can blame" Jimmy died today He blew his brains out into the bay In the state of mind It's my own private suicide Well, nobody cares Well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Well, nobody cares Well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Jesus filling out paperwork now At the facility on East 12th Street He's not listening to a word now He's in his own world and he's daydreaming He'd rather be doing something else now Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly His life's on the line with anxiety now 'Cause she had enough and he had plenty Somebody get me out of here Anybody get me out of here Somebody get me out of here Get me the fuck right out of here So far away, I don't want to stay Get me outta here right now I just want to be free, is there a possibility? Get me out of here right now Out, out Out, out (right) This life like dream ain't for me I fell asleep while watching Spike TV After ten cups of coffee and you're still not here Dreaming of a song, but something went wrong And you can't tell anyone, 'cause no one's here Left me here alone and I should've stayed home After ten cups of coffee, I'm thinking (Where'd you go?) Nobody likes you, everyone left you (Where'd you go?) They're all out without you, havin' fun (Where'd you go?) Everyone left you, nobody likes you (Where'd you go?) They're all out without you, havin' fun (Where'd you go, go, go, go?) Jeez Ha I got a rock 'n' roll band I got a rock 'n' roll life I got a rock 'n' roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock 'n' roll house I got a rock 'n' roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I got a kid in the Bay I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days So get off my case, off of my case Off of my case Hey! Here they come marching down the street (ooh, ooh-ooh) Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat (ooh, ooh-ooh) Coming back from the edge of town Underneath their feets Their time has come, and it's going nowhere (ooh, ooh-ooh) Nobody ever said that life was fair now (ooh, ooh-ooh) Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear In the summer heat The world is spinning 'round and 'round out of control again The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down So send my love a letterbomb, and visit me in Hell We're the ones going Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again I started fucking running as soon as my feet touched ground We're back in the barrio and to you and me, that's Jingletown That's home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you Havin' fun
Writer(s): Frank Edwin Wright Iii, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Ryan Pritchard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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