(i - The Death of St Jimmy) A E D C# A A E D C# A

^AMy he^Eart is bea^Dting ^C#fro^Am me ^AI am st^Eanding all a^Dlon^C#e ^A

^APlease call ^Eme ^D only ^C# ^A ^AIf^E you are c^Dom^C#ing hom^Ae

^EWaste another year flies^A by ^EWait a night or two ^A

^DYou taught me how ^Ato l^Dive ^A ^E A D E A D A D E

A D E A D A D E

In the str^Aeets of sh^Dame^E, Where you've lost your ^Adreams in the^D rain, ^A ^D ^E

There's no sign of^A hope^D, ^E The stems and seeds of the^D last of the dope, ^A ^E

There's a glow ^Aof ligh^Dt,^E The St. Jimmy^A is the spark in the^D night, ^A ^D ^E

Bearing gifts ^Aand t^Drust,^E The fixture in th^De city of l^Aust ^E

What the hells ^F#myour ^Ename, ^A What's your pleasure^F#m and what's your pain' ^E ^A

Do you dream ^F#mtoo mu^Ech' ^A Do you think ^Dwhat you need is a crutch' ^A ^E

A D E A D A D E

In the cro^Awd of pai^Dn,^E St. Jimmy comes without ^Aany shame, ^D ^A ^D ^E He says "We're fucked ^Aup",

But we^D're not the same, ^E And mom and dad are the o^Dnes you can blame ^E

Jimmy died ^F#mtoda^Ey ^A He blew his brains o^F#mut into the ba^Ey, ^A

In the sta^F#mte o^Ef ^Amind in my own pr^Divate suicide ^E

(ii - East 12th Street) A D A G A A D A G A A D A G A A D A G A

Well nob^Dod^Ay ^Gcare^As, And nob^Dod^Ay ^Gcares^A,

Does anyo^Dne^A c^Gare i^Af nobody^D c^Aar^Ges' ^A Well nob^Dod^Ay ^Gcare^As,

And nob^Dod^Ay ^Dcares^A, Does anyon^De ^Aca^Gre i^Af nobody^D c^Aar^Ges' ^A

^DJesus is filling out paperw^Gork now^D, ^GAt the facil^Dity on^A east 12th ^DStreet,

^DHe's not listening to a wo^Grd n^Dow, ^GHe's in his own ^Dworld,

And he's^A daydreamin^Dg He'd rather be doing something e^Glse now, ^D

Like cig^Darettes and coffee wi^Gth the underbelly, ^A ^D His life's on the line with anxiety no^Gw, ^D

And she ^Dhad enough, ^G And he's^A had plenty ^D

D G D A D

^DSomebody get me out of h^Gere,^D ^A ^D D G D A D

^DAnybody get me out ^Gof he^Dre, ^A ^D D G D A D

^DSomebody get me out of ^Ghere,^D ^A ^D D G D A D

^DGet me the fuck right out^G of he^Dre ^A ^D ^CSo far away,

^AI don't want to stay, ^CGet me outta here right now, ^A

^CI just want to be free, ^AIs there a possibility'

^CGet me out of here right now, ^A ^COu^At!

^COu^At! ^COu^At!

^COu^At!

Alright! D C G A

This li^Dfe like dream ain't f^Gor me ^A ^D

(iii - Nobody Likes You)

^DI fell a^Asleep while watc^Ghing Spike TV, ^A After 10 ^Dcups of coffee, ^A

And you're still n^Got here, ^A ^DDreaming of a song, ^A

When someth^Ging went wrong, ^A And you can't t^Dell anyone, ^A

'Cos no ^Gone's here ^A ^BmLeft me here alone,^A

When I shoul^Gd have stayed home, ^D After 10^Bm cups of coffee^A,

I'm t^Dhinking, ^DNobody like^As you,

^GEveryone left ^Ayou, They're all o^Dut without you^A,

^GHavin' f^Aun, ^DEveryone left y^Aou,

^GNobody likes^A you, They're all o^Dut without you^A,

^GHavin' f^Aun, Where'd you go' ^D

(iv - Rock and Roll Girlfriend) D E

^AI got a rock and roll band, ^DI got a rock and roll life,

^AI got a rock and roll girlfriend, ^EAnd another ex-wife

^AI got a rock and roll house, ^DI got a rock and roll car,

^AI play the shit out of the drums, ^EAnd I can play the guitar

^AI got a kid in New York, ^DI got a kid in the Bay,

^AI haven't drank or smoked nothin', In ^Eover 22 days,

So get off ^Gof my c^Aase, Get off^G of my^A case,

G A D ... Off of my case (v - We're Coming Home Again) ... Bm G A D Bm G A D Bm G A D Bm G A Here they come marching down the street, Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat, Coming back from the edge of town, Underneath their feet G A The time has come and it's going nowhere, Nobody ever said that life was fair now, Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear, In the summer heat D A

^GThe world is spinn^Aing around and around, ^G Out of control ag^Aain,

D A

^GFrom the 7-11 to ^Athe fear of ^Bmbreaking down, ^E So sen^Dd my love a l^Getterbom^Ab,

To v^Disit ^Gme in hell^A, ^GWe're the ones ^Agoing ^G ^A

D A

^DHome. We're coming home again ^A

^GI started fuckin' running, As soon as my feet touch g^Dround,

^GWe're back in the barrio, But to you ^Aand me, that's Jingletown. That's ^G ^A

^DHome. We're coming home again,^A

^DHome. We're coming home again^A,

^DHome. We're coming home again,^A

^DHome. We're coming home again,^A ^G

^DNobody likes you, Everyone left you, They're all out without you, Havin' fun

Green Day - Homecoming