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Holiday / Boulevard of Broken Dreams

8:13pop punk, punk Album American Idiot 2004-09-21

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Description

Guitar: Billie Joe Armstrong

Producer: Billie Joe Armstrong

Lead Vocals: Billie Joe Armstrong

Assistant Engineer: Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts

Additional Engineer: Chris Dugan

Mixing Engineer: Chris Lord-Alge

Assistant Engineer: Dmitar "Dim-E" Krnjaic

Engineer: Doug McKean

Assistant Engineer: Greg "Stimie" Burns

Saxophone: Jason Freese

Assistant Engineer: Jimmy Hoyson

Assistant Engineer: Joe Browne

Bass Guitar: Mike Dirnt

Producer: Mike Dirnt

Background Vocals: Mike Dirnt

Additional Engineer: Reto Peter

Piano: Rob Cavallo

Producer: Rob Cavallo

Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen

Drums: Tré Cool

Producer: Tré Cool

Background Vocals: Tré Cool

Writer: Billie Joe Armstrong

Writer: Mike Dirnt

Writer: Tré Cool

Lyrics and translation

Original

Hey, hey! Yeah.
Hear the sound of the falling rain, coming down like an Armageddon flame.
Shame the ones who died without a name.
Hear the dogs howling out of key, to a hymn called faith and misery.
And bleed the company lost the war to damn.
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives on holiday.
Hear the trump coming out of time.
Another protester has crossed the line, to find the money's on the other side.
Can I get another amen? There's a flag wrapped around a score of men.
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument.
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives on holiday.
Hey!
Hey, boy!
The representative from California has the floor.
Seig Heil to the resident gas man. Bomb the way is your punishment.
Pulverize the Eiffel Towers who criticize your government.
Bang, bang goes the broken crackhead. Kill all the fags that don't agree.
Trials by fire, cities friar, is that a way that's meant for me?
Just 'cause, just 'cause, because we're hell on earth.
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives.
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives.
This is our lives on holiday.
I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone.
I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams.
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I walk alone and I walk a. . .
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. 'Til then
I walk alone.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind.
On the borderline of the edge and where I walk alone.
Read between the lines, what's fucked up and everything's alright.
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive and I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I walk alone and I walk a. . . . . . beating.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. Till then
I walk alone.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I walk alone, I walk alone!
I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams.
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one, I walk a- My shadow's the only one that walks beside me.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
Till then I walk alone.

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