give it up for Green Day.

[APPLAUSE]

[MUSIC - GREEN DAY, "OH YEAH"]

I'm in the crowd full of angels and demons.

I'm looking out for the jingoes and heathens.

Nobody move and nobody's gonna get hurt.

Reach for the sky with your face in the dirt.

Everybody is a star.

Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low.

Everybody got a scar.

Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

I got blood on my hands, in my pockets.

That's what you get turning bullets into rockets.

I am a kid of a bad education, the shooting star of a lowered

expectation.

Everybody is a star.

Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low.

Everybody got a scar.

Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

I'm just a face in the crowd of spectators.

Do the sound of the voice of a traitor.

Dirty looks and I'm looking for a payback.

Burning books in a bulletproof backpack.

Everybody is a star.

Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low.

Everybody got a scar.

Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Everybody is a star.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Everybody is a star.

[APPLAUSE]

Fantastic.

Fantastic.

That [BLEEP] was banging.

Yeah.

The name of the CD is Father of All bleep bleep bleep.

Everyone in the audience is getting a--

That [BLEEP] was banging.