( GREEN DAY )

As I stepped to the edge

Beyond the shadow of a doubt

With my conscience beating

Like the pulse of a drum

That hammers on and on

Until I reach the break of day

As the sun beats down on the halfway house

Has my conscience beating

The sound in my ear

The will to persevere

As I reach the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskates & the losers

Nothings left to cling onto

You got to hold on yourself

A cry of hope

A plea of peace

And my conscience beating

It's not what I want for

It's all that I need

To reach the break of day

So I run to the edge

Beyond the shadows of a doubt

With my conscience bleeding

Here lies the truth

The lost treasures of my youth

As I hold on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskates & the losers

Nothing's left to cling onto

You got to hold on yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskates & the losers

Nothing's left to cling onto

You got to hold on yourself