Conversion the software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city

Back home
Everybody’s searching for somethin’
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin’
Back home
Ain’t nobody hoping and praying
‘Cause they feel like nothing can save ‘em
And they try to hold out but they can’t fight the fact that
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
‘Cause ain’t a damn thing free
Back home

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home

I guess
That this is where we’ve come to
If you don’t want to
Then you don’t have to believe me
But I won’t be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You’re on your own now believe me

Where’d you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it’s been forever,
That you’ve been gone.

Don’t want to be an American idiot.
Don’t want a nation under the new media
can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be ok.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I,
Got out of bed at all,
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I can’t see at all,
And even if I could it’d all be grey,
But your picture on my wall,
It reminds me that it’s not so bad,
It’s not so bad.