Before The Lobotomy
Released On
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
Studio 880
Ocean Way Recording
Costa Mesa Studios
Jet Studios
Ocean Way Recording
Costa Mesa Studios
Jet Studios
Butch Vig, Green Day
71
2009-04-07
2013-11-19
Staple (80-100%)
Regular (50-79%)
Sporadic (20-49%)
Rare (1-19%)
Inactive (0%)
Performance Probability
0%
Odds of being played at the next showDoubtful
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Song Notes
It's about how self-destructive behavior can overshadow parts of your ambition. I think for a lot of rock musicians, when you're celebrating, it turns into partying and then suddenly you're fucking yourself up and you're destroying something you worked so hard to build up. There's this shiny red button that you just want to push.
Billie Joe Armstrong (Q Magazine)
It's about how self-destructive behavior can overshadow parts of your ambition. I think for a lot of rock musicians, when you're celebrating, it turns into partying and then suddenly you're fucking yourself up and you're destroying something you worked so hard to build up. There's this shiny red button that you just want to push.
Billie Joe Armstrong (Q Magazine)
Lyrics
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
Of another place and time, where my family's from
Singing, I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away all these scattered dreams
Dying, everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery, drenched in gasoline
Laughter, there is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday now live in the underground
(Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Life before the lobotomy
Christian sang the eulogy
Signed, "My love," a lost memory
From the end of the century
Well, it's enough to make you sick
To cast a stone and throw a brick
But when the sky is falling down
You burned your dreams into the ground
Christian's lesson's what he's been sold (Hey!)
We are normal and self-controlled (Hey!)
Remember to learn to forget (Hey!)
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes
Well, I'm not stoned, I'm just fucked up
I got so high I can't stand up
Well, I'm not cursed 'cause I've been blessed
I'm not in love, 'cause I'm a mess
Like refugees (Ooh)
We're lost like refugees (Ooh)
Like refugees (Ooh)
We're lost like refugees (Ooh)
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
Of another place and time, where my family's from
Singing, I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away all these scattered dreams
Dying, everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery, drenched in gasoline
Laughter, there is no more laughter
Songs of yesterday now live in the underground