So today I saw an ad for a band war. Well I'm it exactly in a band but I figured it might be fun. I decided to enter it. Maybe Aubrey will see me. Now I have to tell the Green Day members. I hope they can sing.
"Hey so I entered us in a band war"
Mike: "Dude seriously we can't sing."
Trè says, "Speak for yourself."
"I started writing a song!"
"Let's hear it." Trè says.
Dear mother
Can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks
Since I left your home
This sudden fear has left me trembling
'Cause now it seems that I
Am out there on my own
And I'm feeling so alone
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
A 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 now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
Dear mother
Can you hear me laughing?
It's been six whole months since that
I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
Paradise
"Doesn't it sound good? I'm naming it Mother. I think it's fitting as we just moved out." I think to myself 'Maybe Aubrey will like it.'
Mike: "That's stupid dude. Let's call it 'Paradise'.
Trè: "What even are those names. It should totally be called 'Welcome to Paradise.'"
