Homecoming Lyrics
| Song | Homecoming |
| Artist | Lisa Kelly |
| Album | Celtic Woman Presents: Lisa |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Green Day - Homecoming | |
| Part I: The death of St. Jimmy | |
| 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 sign of hope | |
| The stems and seeds of the last of the dope | |
| There's a glow of light | |
| The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night | |
| Bearing gifts and trust | |
| The fixture in the city light | |
| What the hells your name | |
| Whats your pleasure and whats your pain? | |
| Do you dream to 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 out his brains into the bay | |
| In the state of mind in my own private suicide | |
| Part II: East 12th ST. | |
| Well nobody cares | |
| Well nobody cares | |
| Does anyone care if nobody cares? | |
| Jesus filling out paperwork now | |
| At the facility on east 12th st. | |
| He's not listened 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 under belly | |
| His life is on the line with anxiety now | |
| And 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 out of here right now | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| Is there a responsibility | |
| Get me out of here right now | |
| This life like dream aint for me | |
| Part III: Nobody likes you! | |
| I fell asleep while watching spike TV | |
| After 10 cups of coffee | |
| And your 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 | |
| When I should have stayed home | |
| After 10 cups of coffee | |
| I'm thinking were'd you go | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Everyone left you | |
| They're all out without you havin' fun | |
| Where'd you go | |
| Everyone left you | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| They're all out without you havin' fun | |
| Where'd you go? | |
| Part IV Rock and roll girlfriend | |
| I got a rock and roll band | |
| I got a rock and roll life | |
| I got a rock and roll girlfriend | |
| And another ex-wife | |
| I got a rock and roll house | |
| I got a rock and roll car | |
| I plat 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 | |
| Part V: We're coming home again | |
| Here they come marching down the street | |
| Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat | |
| Coming back from the edge of town | |
| Underneath their feet | |
| The time has come and it going nowhere | |
| Nobody ever said that life was fair now | |
| Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear | |
| In the summer heat | |
| The world is spinning | |
| Around and around | |
| Out of control again | |
| From 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 | |
| I started fuckin' running | |
| Just as soon as my feet touched the ground | |
| We're back in Barrio | |
| But to you and me, that's jingle town | |
| 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 | |
| No fucking control i need it i know | |
| We're coming home again | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Everyone left you | |
| They're all out with out you | |
| Havin' fun | |
| END |
| Green Day Homecoming | |
| Part I: The death of St. Jimmy | |
| 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 sign of hope | |
| The stems and seeds of the last of the dope | |
| There' s a glow of light | |
| The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night | |
| Bearing gifts and trust | |
| The fixture in the city light | |
| What the hells your name | |
| Whats your pleasure and whats your pain? | |
| Do you dream to 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 out his brains into the bay | |
| In the state of mind in my own private suicide | |
| Part II: East 12th ST. | |
| Well nobody cares | |
| Well nobody cares | |
| Does anyone care if nobody cares? | |
| Jesus filling out paperwork now | |
| At the facility on east 12th st. | |
| He' s not listened 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 under belly | |
| His life is on the line with anxiety now | |
| And 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 out of here right now | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| Is there a responsibility | |
| Get me out of here right now | |
| This life like dream aint for me | |
| Part III: Nobody likes you! | |
| I fell asleep while watching spike TV | |
| After 10 cups of coffee | |
| And your 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 | |
| When I should have stayed home | |
| After 10 cups of coffee | |
| I' m thinking were' d you go | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Everyone left you | |
| They' re all out without you havin' fun | |
| Where' d you go | |
| Everyone left you | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| They' re all out without you havin' fun | |
| Where' d you go? | |
| Part IV Rock and roll girlfriend | |
| I got a rock and roll band | |
| I got a rock and roll life | |
| I got a rock and roll girlfriend | |
| And another exwife | |
| I got a rock and roll house | |
| I got a rock and roll car | |
| I plat 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 | |
| Part V: We' re coming home again | |
| Here they come marching down the street | |
| Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat | |
| Coming back from the edge of town | |
| Underneath their feet | |
| The time has come and it going nowhere | |
| Nobody ever said that life was fair now | |
| Gocarts and guns are treasures they will bear | |
| In the summer heat | |
| The world is spinning | |
| Around and around | |
| Out of control again | |
| From the 711 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 | |
| I started fuckin' running | |
| Just as soon as my feet touched the ground | |
| We' re back in Barrio | |
| But to you and me, that' s jingle town | |
| 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 | |
| No fucking control i need it i know | |
| We' re coming home again | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Everyone left you | |
| They' re all out with out you | |
| Havin' fun | |
| END |
| Green Day Homecoming | |
| Part I: The death of St. Jimmy | |
| 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 sign of hope | |
| The stems and seeds of the last of the dope | |
| There' s a glow of light | |
| The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night | |
| Bearing gifts and trust | |
| The fixture in the city light | |
| What the hells your name | |
| Whats your pleasure and whats your pain? | |
| Do you dream to 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 out his brains into the bay | |
| In the state of mind in my own private suicide | |
| Part II: East 12th ST. | |
| Well nobody cares | |
| Well nobody cares | |
| Does anyone care if nobody cares? | |
| Jesus filling out paperwork now | |
| At the facility on east 12th st. | |
| He' s not listened 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 under belly | |
| His life is on the line with anxiety now | |
| And 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 out of here right now | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| Is there a responsibility | |
| Get me out of here right now | |
| This life like dream aint for me | |
| Part III: Nobody likes you! | |
| I fell asleep while watching spike TV | |
| After 10 cups of coffee | |
| And your 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 | |
| When I should have stayed home | |
| After 10 cups of coffee | |
| I' m thinking were' d you go | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Everyone left you | |
| They' re all out without you havin' fun | |
| Where' d you go | |
| Everyone left you | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| They' re all out without you havin' fun | |
| Where' d you go? | |
| Part IV Rock and roll girlfriend | |
| I got a rock and roll band | |
| I got a rock and roll life | |
| I got a rock and roll girlfriend | |
| And another exwife | |
| I got a rock and roll house | |
| I got a rock and roll car | |
| I plat 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 | |
| Part V: We' re coming home again | |
| Here they come marching down the street | |
| Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat | |
| Coming back from the edge of town | |
| Underneath their feet | |
| The time has come and it going nowhere | |
| Nobody ever said that life was fair now | |
| Gocarts and guns are treasures they will bear | |
| In the summer heat | |
| The world is spinning | |
| Around and around | |
| Out of control again | |
| From the 711 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 | |
| I started fuckin' running | |
| Just as soon as my feet touched the ground | |
| We' re back in Barrio | |
| But to you and me, that' s jingle town | |
| 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 | |
| No fucking control i need it i know | |
| We' re coming home again | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Everyone left you | |
| They' re all out with out you | |
| Havin' fun | |
| END |
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