Boys Don't Cry

I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I have said too much, been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness, plead with you
But I know that it's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would tell you that I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more, more, more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

Trump, next american idiot?

AMERICAN IDIOT

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And 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 okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

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

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

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

Trump, Next American Idiot?

Hold on (to yourself)

Hold On

As I stepped to the edge
Of the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of the drum
That hammers on and on
'Til I reach the break of the day
When the sun beats down
On the Rafway house
Has my conscience beatin'
The sound in my ear
The will to persevere
As I reach the break of the day
When you lost all hope an' excuses
An' the cheap skates an' the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself
A cry of hope
A plea for peace
An' my conscience beatin'
It's not what I want for
It's all that I need
To reach the break of day
So I run to the edge
Of the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth
The lost treasures of my youth
As I hold to the break of day
When you lost all hope an' excuses
An' the cheap skates an' the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself
When you lost all hope an' excuses
An' the cheap skates an' the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
Gotta hold on
Gotta hold on
Hold on
Hold on to yourself

#HoldOn

#GreenDay