BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG

Kids In America

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this

Downtown the young ones are going
Downtown the young ones are growing

We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round

Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't check your watch, not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you'll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is-

Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory

We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round

Come closer, honey, that's better
Got to get a brand new experience, feeling right
Oh, don't try to stop, baby, hold me tight

Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go, baby

New York to East California
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya

We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America