text: American Idiot
  February 2nd
  February 2nd
  I jerked off into oblivion last night and today I forgot to shower… again
  Oh well. It doesnt matter, because I’m just gonna meet up with Will, and Tunny, and the usual suspects, again, for another afternoon of shit talkin…
  And cigarettes...
  And blah fucking blahhh
  Aint it neat? God said that he would skin me alive
  Or was that your step-dad?
  Braaaad
  That motherfucker
  Literally
  I think he forgot to shower today also
  And I think I’m beginning to notice a pattern here
  Ha, you think?
  Oh, shit, is this my life?
  Jesus Of Suburbia
  I. Jesus Of Suburbia
  Tunny!
  Cock-sucker!
  Shitbag!
  Were outta beer!
  7-11, right now! Lets do it!
  II. City of the Damned
  III. I Dont Care
  IV. Dearly Beloved
  Will! Tunny!
  Are we gonna waste our lives?
  Or are we gonna get the fuck outta here?!
  V. Tales From Another Broken Home
  Take one last look at this shit-hole!
  Cause these are our tickets outta here!
  Thank you, Jesus!
  You saved my fucking life!
  Thats right!
  February 5th
  February 5th
  To the city. I held up my local convenience store to get the bus tickets
  Actually, I stole the money from my moms dresser
  Actually, she lent me the cash. Fuckin bitch. Give me sidewalk city shadows!
  My own private war
  Rally the troops
  Tell the bishop there’s a resistance occurring, ya bastard!
  Everything is so fucking black and white
  And the good guys ain’t wearing red, white, or blue!
  Holiday
  February 24th
  February 24th
  Dear Will, it sucks that you are not here. Tunny, all he– Tunny. Hey, Tunny!
  Leave me alone
  All Tunny ever does is sleep. He doesnt get it yet but this place is big enough for all the fuck ups, and the underbelly
  Hey, shine your light on this, motherfucker! I got plans, baby. Hang your dark cloud over your dirty old town. The end of the world is over. My riot. My love. My country. The dawning of a new city. New faces. New voices. My voice. My city
  Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
  Favourite Son
  Are We The Waiting
  March 15th
  March 15th
  What the fuck? Tunny’s dream turned red, white, and blue, but I thought that good guys dont wear red, white, and blue. Nobody seems to agree on anything these days
  This city is misting over the skyscrapers. The cement feels so damp yet pretty at once. Is life imitating me or is rage imitating life?
  I feel like a civil war, like a knife in the heart. I got an axe to grind and its splitting my head open
  No friends, no girls. I need both
  St. Jimmy
  April 1st
  April 1st
  Dear Mom, I shot drugs for the first time today. Thank you, Jimmy. Oh, yeah. Now were getting somewhere. Nowhere
  We don’t need no stinkin badges!
  WHAT?! Who said that. Oh. This is good
  Ah, holy water
  Oh my god. I forgot to take a shower again. But at least I got a friend, mom, you were right. I did make a friend at camp
  Give Me Novacaine
  May 5th
  My heart is like a bomb. She knows Im full of shit, but she thinks Im cute
  Or is it the opposite?
  Shes taking me to a show tonight. Bandll probably suck, but Ill be with her. Is this just be lust, or could it be the dawning?
  Last Of The American/Shes A Rebel
  Last Night On Earth
  Too Much Too Soon
  Before the Lobotomy
  Extraordinary Girl
  Before the Lobotomy 
  When Its Time
  Know Your Enemy
  21 Guns
  July 21st
  July 21st
  Life before the lobotomy. Johnny sang the eulogy. It burned your dreams into the ground. Johnnys lesson is what hes been sold. Remember to learn to forget. Im not stoned, Im just fucked up. Im not cursed, ‘cause Ive been blessed. Im not in love, cause Im a mess. I never liked you anyway. St. Jimmy rules!
  P.S. Dont wait up!
  Letterbomb
  September 10th
  September 10th
  Dear Mom, do you remember when dad – Brad – said that I would never amount to anything? Well, I one upped him. I amount to nothing. I knew youd be proud
  Wake Me Up When September Ends
  Homecoming
  I. The Death of St. Jimmy
  II. East Twelfth Street
  III. Nobody Likes You
  IV. Rock n Roll Girlfriend
  December 7th
  Dear dad, or God, or whatever
  I sold my guitar to get a bus ticket home
  Met the girl of my dreams, but Im dead to her now
  So, Im coming home in victory
  Arms open wide, sitting by a Greyhound toilet
  First stop: convenience store
  Ive got lies to tell
  Glory never felt so good
  Justice was served, you were just too stupid to notice
  Thats why I love you
  P.S. Take a fucking shower!
  V. Were Coming Home
  Whatsername
  And That Was That
  And that was that
  Or so it seemed
  Is this the end or the beginning?
  All I know is, she was right
  I am an idiot
  Its even on my birth certificate in so many words
  This is my rage?
  This is my love?
  This is my town?
  This is my city?
  This is my country?
  This is my life?
  Good Riddance