Green Day – Homecoming (Guitar)

A  E        D        A 
My heart is beating from me 

A    E         D   A 
I am standing all alone 

A           D  A 
Please call me only 

A  E       D      A 
If you are coming home 

E             A 
Waste another year flies by 

E                A 
Waste a night or two 

D          A  D   A  E 
You taught me how to live 

       A       D  E 
In the streets of shame, 

             A         D      A  D   E 
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain, 

           A     D  E 
There's no signs of hope, 

              D                 A      E 
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope, 

          A    D  E 
There's a glow of light, 

        A            D     A  D   E 
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night, 

        A     D   E 
Bearing gifts and trust, 

            D      A       E 
The fixture in the city of lust 

         F#m    E    A 
What the hell's your name, 

            F#m       E            A
What's your pleasure, what is your pain? 

       F#m   E    A 
Do you dream too much? 

       D                   A    E 
Do you think what you need is a crutch? 

       A     D  E               A         D   A D E 
In the crowd of pain, St. Jimmy comes without any shame, 

               A
He says "We're fucked up", 

    D             E 
But we're not the same, 

            D                        E 
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame 

      F#m  E A 
Jimmy died today 

            F#m          E      A 
He blew his brains out into the bay, 

       F#m   E  A
In the state of mind 

        D              E
it's my own private suicide 

     D A G  A 
Well nobody cares, 

     D A G  A 
Well nobody cares, 

     D A G  A       D A G  A 
Does anyone care if nobody cares? 

     D A G  A 
Well nobody cares, 

     D A G  A 
Well nobody cares, 

     D A G  A       D A G  A 
Does anyone care if nobody cares? 

D                    G    D 
Jesus is filling out paperwork now, 

G               A        
At the facility on east 12th Street, 

D                  G    D 
He's not listening to a word now, 

G          
He's in his own world, 

    A        
And he's daydreaming 

D                    G         D 
He'd rather be doing something else now, 

     G                              A     
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly, 

    D                         G  D 
His life's on the line with anxiety now, 

G 
She had enough, 

    A       
And he had plenty 

D            G   D   A D 
Somebody get me out of here, 

D           G   D   A D 
Anybody get me out of here, 

D            G   D   A D 
Somebody get me out of here, 

D               G      D   A D 
Get me the fuck right out of here 

C 
So far away, 

A 
I don't want to stay, 

C                       A 
Get me outta here right now, 

C 
I just want to be free, 

A 
Is there a possibility? 

C                        A 
Get me out of here right now, 

C A 
Out! 

C A 
Out! 

C A 
Out! 

C A 
Out! 

     D              G     A   D
This lifelike dream ain't for me

D       A           G               A 
I fell asleep while watching Spike TV, 

      D           A 
After 10 cups of coffee, 

           G         A 
And you're still not here, 

D             A 
Dreaming of a song, 

     G              A 
When something went wrong, 

        D           A 
And you can't tell anyone, 

     G        A 
'Cos no one's here 

Bm            A 
Left me here alone, 

       G                  D 
When I should have stayed home, 

      Bm          A 
After 10 cups of coffee, 

    D 
I'm thinking, 

D      A 
Nobody likes you, 

G        A 
Everyone left you, 

        D          A 
They're all out without you, 

G      A 
Havin' fun, 

D         A
Everyone left you, 

G      A
Nobody likes you, 

        D           A 
They're all out without you, 

G      A 
Havin' fun, 

             D 
Where'd you go? 

A 
I got a rock and roll band, 

D 
I got a rock and roll life, 

A 
I got a rock and roll girlfriend, 

E 
And another ex-wife 

A 
I got a rock and roll house, 

D 
I got a rock and roll car, 

A 
I play the shit out of the drums, 

E 
And I can play the guitar 

A 
I got a kid in New York, 

D 
I got a kid in the Bay, 

A 
I haven't drank or smoked nothin', 

   E 
In over 22 days, 

       G      A 
So get off of my case, 

    G      A 
Get off of my case, 

G     A   D ... 
Off of my case 

D                         Bm
  Here they come marching down the street

D                    Bm          G     A
  Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat 

D                      Bm  
  Coming back from the edge of town

G                   A      G A
  Underneath their feet 

D                            Bm
  The time has come and it's going nowhere

D                       Bm       G    A  
  Nobody ever said that life was fair now

D                                 Bm         
  Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear 

G                A     D A
  In the summer heat 

G            A                   G 
The world is spinning around and around

           A          D A
Out of control again

G          A        Bm               E 
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down, 

   D        G     A
So send my love a letterbomb, 

  D     G       A 
To visit me in hell, 

G         A    G A 
We're the ones going 

D
Home. 

             A 
We're coming home again 

D
Home. 

             A 
We're coming home again 

G 
I started fuckin' running, 

                D 
As soon as my feet touch ground, 

G 
We're back in the barrio, 

       A                        G      A 
But to you and me, that's Jingletown. That's 

D 
Home. 

             A 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A          G 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A          G 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A          G 
We're coming home again, 

D 
Home. 

             A          G 
We're coming home again, 

D
Nobody likes you,