Question for Billie Joe Armstrong: Can there be a street on a boulevard? That word picture makes no sense to me. But I guess making sense doesn't much matter when you're a thirtysomething multi-millionaire bubblegum punker writing lyrics about teen angst you don't actually feel. Dead metaphors and bad cliche make the payments on the new Jag just as well as words that require thought or honest introspection.

Also, am I the only one who thinks "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" sounds an awful lot like an Avril Lavigne song?