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Jesus of Suburbia

Part I. 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 ritalin,
No one ever died for my sins in hell,
As far as I can tell,
At least the ones I got away with

Chorus:
But 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 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

Chorus...

Part II. City Of The Damned
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

Chorus:
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 in 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

Chorus...

Part III. I 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 x4

Everyone Is 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!

Part IV. Dearly Beloved
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 Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word,
And that's my best excuse

Part V. Tales From Another Broken Home
To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy,
To run, to run away,
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 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 shame,
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

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...