Green Day-Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
soda pop and ridalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
Atleast the ones I've gotten away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the mom's and brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
IN the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lostchildren with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it conly confirmed that
The center of the earth
is the end of the world
and I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
And I don't care
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
from Anahem to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
And I don't care
And I don't care
And I don't care
And I don't care!
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retard? Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word
And that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away, to find, what to believe
And I, leave behind, this huricane of fucking lies
I lost, my faith to this, this town that don't exist
so I run, I run away
To the light of masochists
And I, leave behind, this hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line, a million and one fucking times
But not this time!
I don't feel any chame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
soda pop and ridalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
Atleast the ones I've gotten away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the mom's and brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
IN the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lostchildren with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it conly confirmed that
The center of the earth
is the end of the world
and I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
And I don't care
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
from Anahem to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
And I don't care
And I don't care
And I don't care
And I don't care!
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retard? Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word
And that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away, to find, what to believe
And I, leave behind, this huricane of fucking lies
I lost, my faith to this, this town that don't exist
so I run, I run away
To the light of masochists
And I, leave behind, this hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line, a million and one fucking times
But not this time!
I don't feel any chame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home