johnny: february 24th. dear will, it sucks that you are not here. tunny, all he– tunny. hey, tunny.
tunny: leave me alone.
will: all tunny ever does is sleep. he doesn't get it yet but this place is big enough for all the fuck ups and the underbelly.
johnny: hey, shine your light on this, motherfucker! i got plans, baby. hang your dark cloud over your dirty old town. the end of the world is over. my riot. my love. my country. the dawning of a new city. new faces. new voices. my voice. my city.
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american idiot monologues
Poetrythe monologues between the songs in the broadway musical, american idiot by green day. i own nothing. it belongs to green day.
