Dear mother, can you hear me whinin'?
It's been three whole weeks since I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
'Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slum, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home [bad word] to Paradise

gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's still now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slum, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home [bad word] to Paradise

Dear mother, can you hear me laughin'?
It's been six whole months since I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's still now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slum, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home [bad word] to Paradise

Music & lyrics: Billie Joe Armstrong