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Jesus of Suburbia

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 I'm the son of rage and love

The Jesus of Suburbia
    
The bible of none of the above
     
On a steady diet of
                    

 Soda Pop and Ritalin

No one ever died for my

Sins in hell

As far as I can tell
             
At least the ones that I got away with
                           

And there's nothing wrong with me
                        

This is how I'm supposed to be
                

In a 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 Moms and brats are away
                                
To fall in love and fall in debt

To alcohol and cigarettes
    
And Mary Jane

To keep me insane
      
Doing someone else's cocaine
                           

And there's nothing wrong with me
                        

This is how I'm supposed to be
                

In a 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
                    
It's beating out of time
            

 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 read the graffiti
       
In the bathroom stall
                          

Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
                       
 And so it seemed to confess
   
It didn't say much
       
But it only 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
           

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 Anaheim 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 I don't believe
        

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 retarded 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 tra--ge--dy
           

To run, to run  a---way
                 
To  find, what you  believe
           

And I leave behind
                       

This hurricane of fucking lies

              
I lost my faith to  this
                    
This town that don't e---xist
             

So I   run, I run  a---way
                  

To the lights of ma---so--chists
             

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 shame
         

I wont apologize
                              

When there ain't nowhere you can go
             
 Running away from pain
                   

When you've been victimized
            
Tales from another broken...

         

Oh you're lea--ving
         

You're lea--ving
         

You're lea--ving
              
Are you leaving  home?
## Credits

Autori: PRITCHARD MICHAEL, WRIGHT FRANK EDWIN III, ARMSTRONG BILLIE JOE Copyright: © GREEN DAZE MUSIC, WB MUSIC CORP, WARNER MUSIC PUBLISHING ITALY S.R.L.

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