Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In this murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strikes midnight
In the murder city
I'm wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of our favorite poison
We are the last call
And we're so pathetic
Christian's crying
In the bathroom
And I just want to
Bum a cigarette
We've come so far
We've been so wasted
It's written
All over our faces
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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