Welcome to Paradise (Live at Woodstock 1994)

What kind of a day do you want?
What kind of a day do you want?
Green fucking Day

Hello, what is this fucking free hippie load shit?
How are you doing all you rich motherfuckers?

Dear mother, can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks since that I've left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
'Cause now it seems that I am out there on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradi-

A gunshot rings out at the station (sing it)
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradi-

Dear mother, can you hear me laughing?
It's been six whole months since I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradi-
Well paradi-

Don't smoke the brown weed
Green butt, goddamn it
Well, the reason why everybody freaked out
Out because of the brown ass because it's the best shit
Can't do the crime, don't do the time
Wait a minute, I said it backwards
I'm a sticks in

Look at you freaking dirty motherfuckers
Can you do one thing for me, and I swear to God I'll leave you alone?
Starting on that side, can you do the wave?
In a fucking baseball game?
Oh, okay, thanks



Credits
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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