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Dirty Rotten Bastards

Words ByBillie Joe Armstrong
Music ByBillie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool, Jason White
Recorded AtJingletown Recording
ProducerRob Cavallo, Green Day
Live Performances 1
First Played 2011-10-27
Last Played 2011-10-27
Performances By Year
Staple (80-100%)
Regular (50-79%)
Sporadic (20-49%)

Rare (1-19%)
Inactive (0%)
Performance Probability
0%
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Song Notes

That’s probably the fastest stuff I’ve ever played on record. I didn’t think I could do it, but the other guys were pushing me. I was like, 'Nah, it’s too noodly,' and they were like, “Just fucking go there!” You’ve got to let your fingers fly sometimes.
Mike Dirnt (Guitar World)

Lyrics
[Part I] 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 Here's to all God's losers, ra da-da da-dee! The bottom-feeders' frenzy Here's to all bloodsuckers, sing along with me 'Cause we don't say "no," scream one, two, three! Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Hey! [Part II] 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 [Part III] All fucked up, beyond intervention Fuck the world, this is my revolution! Long lost souls and living 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 Well, Juliana Homicide Oh, won't you be my blushing bride? I chopped 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 only 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 Well, Juliana Homicide Oh, won't you be my blushing bride? Alright! Well, California's burning to the ground And Juliana walks on holy ground Where there's smoke, there's fire burning out the lights 'Cause California's burning down tonight, tonight [Part IV] 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-dee! The bottom-feeders' frenzy Here's to all bloodsuckers, sing along with me 'Cause we don't say "no," scream one, two, three! [Part V] 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
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