Chapter 3: Holiday
(Disclaimer! I own nothing of Grojband or Green Day!)
Corey and the gang were heading to the bus stop to finally realize their dreams.
"Day 1 of our new fucking lives," said Corey, "I got enough money for a bus ticket from my day job and now I'm finally leaving."
He looked at everyone else that joined him.
"If there's one thing that's certain, I'm gonna be somebody in this new city, and there may be love, truth, and other things," said Corey, "But I'll get through them."
"You said it man," said Kin, "It sucks that Kon can't join us."
"Damn right," said Corey, "But one day we might see him again. But until then, we're on a holiday!"
Everyone else cheered and the bus came.
Holiday:
Corey: Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
A shame
The ones who died without a name
Kin: Hear the dogs howlin' out of key
To a hymn called faith and misery (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
Both: I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Random guy: Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Corey and Kin: Can I get another Amen (Amen!)
Corey: There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
They were riding all over the city hoping to find something that would settle their needs. Corey was writing to Kon about what he's been seeing so far and missing him dearly.
Kin: "The representative from Peaceville has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the pricks that don't agree
Trials by fire setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause
Just cause
Because we're outlaws yeah!
Everyone: I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on Holiday
Corey and Kin and some others got off the bus and finally found something that would fit them.
"Its good," said Kin.
"No," said Corey, "Its perfect."