Green Day

[Part I. Mass Hysteria]
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy,
The dawn of my love and conspiracy,
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13.
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me.
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Red alert is the color of panic,
Elevated to the point of static.
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun.
Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming
And the welfare is asphyxiating.
Mass confusion is all the new rage,
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria.
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir.
The punchline is a natural disaster
And it's sung by the unemployed.
Fight fire with a riot.
The class war is hanging on a wire
Because the martyr is a compulsive liar when he said:
"It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria"
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
There's a disturbance on the oceanside
They tapped into the reserve.
The static response is so unclear now
Mayday, this is not a test!
As the neighborhood burns, America is falling!
Vigilantes warning you сalling Christian and Gloria
[Part II. Modern World]