Rusty James
oleh: Green Day



This whiskey sour, amateur hourRaise your glass and toast your friendsSome day we will fight again, wellYour enemies, your tragediesPocket knifes and rusty chainsWhere in the hell is the old gang, yeah?
And all the losersCan not even win for losingAnd the beginnersDo not even know what song they're singing
[X2]Well there's no one left aroundAnd you're the last gang in townAnd your heart can not even breakWhen it does not even pound
This broken scene is turning greenBrass knuckles left in the rainDeath wish kids among the livingI want to ride on the dividedAnything but the mainstreamWhere the F*** is your old gang, man?
[X2]Well there's no one left aroundAnd you're the last gang in townAnd your heart can not even breakWhen it does not even pound
So longDid not even say goodnightSo longThere's nowhere to goWhen you're hiding in plain sight
[X3]Well there's no one left aroundAnd you're the last gang in townAnd your heart can not even breakWhen it does not even pound