Oh, oh I love you
Oh, oh I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeahI was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trendsMe and my friends sang
Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
It's true, the middle of the road
At least it's better than hereLooking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to dieMy daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He said that everything will be alright
Not every Sunday can be EasterThe picket line screamed woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
Don't cross, don't cross the line
Because you'll be a scab, not a martyrLooking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb toLooking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die
Songwriters
BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT IIIPublished by
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