Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Rotten Bastards, artist - Green Day. Date of issue: 06.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Rotten Bastards |
| Calling all demons, this is the season |
| Next stop is therapy |
| We’re the retarded and the broken hearted |
| The season of misery |
| Here’s to the wasted, I can almost taste it |
| The rejects, the wastes of times |
| Gonna take it further, get away with murder |
| And no one here is getting out alive |
| Here’s to all God’s losers ra da da di |
| The bottom-feeders frenzy |
| Here’s to all bloodsuckers sing along with me |
| Cause we don’t say no |
| Scream one, two, three |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Hey |
| We’re too old to be misbehaved |
| We sold our souls and so ashamed of ourselves |
| So we wait for this judgment day |
| Write me a letter and send it to my grave |
| Yeah |
| All fucked up beyond intervention |
| Fuck the world this is my revolution |
| Long lost souls and living in cages |
| I’m on a bender it’s one for the ages |
| I’ve got the urge |
| To binge and surge |
| The tables turn |
| To crash and burn |
| Julianna homicide |
| Make my demons come to life |
| Well, Julianna homicide |
| Oh, won’t you be my blushing bride? |
| I chopped me a line of my best friends ashes |
| Dust to dust when the red light flashes |
| What the fuck does OK stand for? |
| When the afterlife is only worth dying for |
| I’ve got the urge |
| To binge and surge |
| The tables turn |
| To crash and burn |
| Julianna homicide |
| Make my demons come to life |
| Well, Julianna homicide |
| Oh, won’t you be my blushing bride? |
| Alright |
| Well, California’s burning to the ground |
| And Julianna walks on holy ground |
| Where there’s smoke there’s fire burning out the lights |
| Cause California’s burning down tonight |
| Tonight |
| Calling all demons, this is the season |
| Next stop is therapy |
| We’re the retarded and the broken hearted |
| The season of misery |
| Here’s to the wasted, I can almost taste it |
| The rejects, the wastes of times |
| Gonna take it further, get away with murder |
| And no one here is getting out alive |
| Here’s to all God’s losers ra da da di |
| The bottom-feeders frenzy |
| Here’s to all bloodsuckers sing along with me |
| Cause we don’t say no |
| Scream one, two, three |
| We’re carried away |
| Carried away |
| Carried away |
| We’re carried away |
| Carried away |
| Carried away |
| We’re carried away |
| Carried away |
| Carried away |
| We’re carried away |
| Carried away |
| Carried away |
| We’re carried away |
| Carried away |
| Carried away |
| We’re carried away |
| Carried away |
| Carried away |