Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue, Tokyo

Well, maybe I'm the faggot, America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda, alright
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia, alright

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue, come on

Alright Tokyo, are you ready?
I say hey-oh, come on (Hey-oh)
I say hey-oh (Hey-oh)
I say hey-oh (Hey-oh)
Are you ready Tokyo?

Don't wanna be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hys—, go
(It's calling out to idiot America)

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue, come on

Arigato, Tokyo
This next song's called "Jesus of Suburbia"