Released: October 7, 2016
Songwriter: Tré Cool Mike Dirnt Billie Joe Armstrong
Producer: Tré Cool Mike Dirnt Billie Joe Armstrong
[Intro]
Oh-oh, I love you
Oh-oh, I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah
[Verse 1]
I was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
[Pre-Chorus]
Me and my friends sang, "Woah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh"
(Whoa-ooh-whoa) "Here's to
The middle of the road
At least it's better than here"
[Chorus]
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high (Whoo! Way up high!)
Too scared to dream, but too dumb to die
[Verse 2]
My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He said that "Everything'll be alright
Not every Sunday can be Easter"
[Pre-Chorus]
The picket line screamed, "Woah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh!"
(Whoa-ooh-whoa) "Don't cross
Don't cross the line, because
You'll be a scab, not a martyr!"
[Chorus]
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high (Whoo! Way up high!)
Too scared to dream, but too dumb to...
Haha... Hehe... Yeah... Hey!
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high (Whoo! Way up high!)
Too scared to dream, but too dumb to die
Oh-oh, I love you
Oh-oh, I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah
[Verse 1]
I was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
[Pre-Chorus]
Me and my friends sang, "Woah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh"
(Whoa-ooh-whoa) "Here's to
The middle of the road
At least it's better than here"
[Chorus]
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high (Whoo! Way up high!)
Too scared to dream, but too dumb to die
[Verse 2]
My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He said that "Everything'll be alright
Not every Sunday can be Easter"
[Pre-Chorus]
The picket line screamed, "Woah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh!"
(Whoa-ooh-whoa) "Don't cross
Don't cross the line, because
You'll be a scab, not a martyr!"
[Chorus]
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high (Whoo! Way up high!)
Too scared to dream, but too dumb to...
Haha... Hehe... Yeah... Hey!
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Looking for a cause
Well all I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high (Whoo! Way up high!)
Too scared to dream, but too dumb to die
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