American Eulogy: Mass Hysteria / Modern World - Green Day

Sing us the song of the century

That sings like American eulogy,

The dawn of my love and conspiracy,

Of forgotten hope and the class of 13.

Tell me a story into that goodnight

Sing us a song for me.

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Red alert is the color of panic,

Elevated to the point of static.

Beating into the hearts of the fanatics

And the neighborhood’s a loaded gun.

Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming

And the welfare is asphyxiating.

Mass confusion is all the new rage,

And it’s creating a feeding ground

For the bottom feeders of hysteria.

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

True sounds of maniacal laughter

And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir.

The punchline is a natural disaster

And it’s sung by the unemployed.

Fight fire with a riot.

The class war is hanging on a wire

Because the martyr is a compulsive liar when he said:

«It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria»

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

Mass hysteria!

There’s a disturbance on the oceanside

They tapped into the reserve.

The static response is so unclear now

Mayday, this is not a test!

As the neighborhood burns, America is falling!

Vigilantes warning you alling Christian and Gloria

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I’m the class of 13

In the era of dissent,

A hostage of the soul.

On a strike to pay the rent.

The last of the rebels.

Without a common ground.

I’m gonna light a fire

Into the underground.

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I am a nation

Without bureaucratic ties

Deny the allegation as it’s written

I want to take a ride to the great divide

Beyond the «up to date».

And the neo-gentrified

The high definition for the low resident.

Where the value of your mind

Is not held in contempt.

I can hear the sound of A beating heart

That bleeds beyond a system,

That’s falling apart,

With money to burn

On minimum wage.

Cause I don’t give a shit

About the modern age.

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

Mass hysteria!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

Mass hysteria!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

Mass hysteria!

I don’t want to live in the modern world!

Mass hysteria!