Dirty Rotten Bastards Lyrics - ¡tré! - Green Day

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Calling all demons, this is the season 

Next stop is therapy 

We're the retarded and the brokenhearted 

The season of misery 

Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it 

The rejects and waste of times 

Gonna take it further, get away with murder 

And no one here is getting out alive 

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Here's to all God's losers, ra da da da de 

The bottom-feeder's frenzy 

Here's to all bloodsuckers sing along with me 

'Cause we don't say no 

Scream 1, 2, 3 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

We're too old to be misbehaved 

We sold our souls and so ashamed of ourselves 

So we wait for miss judgment day 

Write me a letter and send it to my grave, yeah 

All fucked up beyond intervention 

Fuck the world this is my revolution 

Long lost souls and livin' in cages 

I'm on a bender, it's one for the ages 

I've got the urge 

To binge and surge 

The tables turn 

To crash and burn 

Juliana homicide 

Make my demons come to life 

Julianna homicide 

Won't you be my blushing bride 

Chop me a line of my best friend's ashes 

Dust to dust when the red light flashes 

What the fuck does "OK" stand for 

When the afterlife is nothing worth dying for? 

I've got the urge 

To binge and surge 

The tables turn 

To crash and burn 

Juliana homicide 

Make my demons come to life 

Julianna homicide 

Won't you be my blushing bride 

Alright 

Well California's burning to the ground 

And Julianna walks on holy ground 

Where there's smoke there's fire burning out the lights 

'Cause California's burning down tonight 

Tonight 

Calling all demons, this is the season 

Next stop is therapy 

We're the retarded and the brokenhearted 

The season of misery 

Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it 

The rejects and waste of times 

Gonna take it further, get away with murder 

And no one here is getting out alive 

Here's to all God's losers, ra da da da de 

The bottom-feeder's frenzy 

Here's to all bloodsuckers sing along with me 

'Cause we don't say no 

Scream 1, 2, 3 

We're, carried away 

Carried away 

Carried away 

We're, carried away 

Carried away 

Carried away 

We're, carried away 

Carried away 

Carried away 

We're, carried away 

Carried away 

Carried away 

We're, carried away 

Carried away 

Carried away 

We're, carried away 

Carried away 

Carried away