Welcome to Paradise (Live at Garatge Club, Barcelona 1994)
Hola
¿Qué pasa? What's up?
We're Green Day, we live in California
Dear mother, can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks since that I have 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 paradise)
A gunshot rings out at the station
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 paradise)
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 (c'mon!)
Welcome to paradise
Well, paradise
¡Gracias!
Ah, thank you very much!
I'm not that tall, this thing is too tall
What? (What? ¿Qué?)
¿Qué pasa? What's up?
We're Green Day, we live in California
Dear mother, can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks since that I have 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 paradise)
A gunshot rings out at the station
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 paradise)
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 (c'mon!)
Welcome to paradise
Well, paradise
¡Gracias!
Ah, thank you very much!
I'm not that tall, this thing is too tall
What? (What? ¿Qué?)
Credits
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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Other Album Tracks
- Burnout
- Having a Blast
- Chump
- Longview
- Welcome to Paradise
- Pulling Teeth
- Basket Case
- She
- Sassafras Roots
- When I Come Around
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