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Jesus of suburbia

Green Day





Iím 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 

And thereís nothing wrong with me 
This is how Iím supposed to be 
In a land of make believe 
That donít believe in me 

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix 
The living room in my private womb 
While the moms and brads are away 
To fall in love and fall in debt 
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane 
To keep me insane and doing someone elseís cocaine 

And thereís nothing wrong with me 
This is how Iím supposed to be 
In a land of make believe 
That donít believe in me 

At the center of the Earth 
In the parking lot 
Of the 7-11 were I was taught 
The motto was just a lie 
It says home is where your heart is 
But what a shame 
Cause everyoneís heart 
Doesnít beat the same 
Itís 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 didnít 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 careered 



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) 

I don´t careeeee

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! 
I don´t care!
 

Dearly beloved are you listening? 
I canít remember a word that you were saying 
Are we demented or am I disturbed? 
The space thatís in between insane and insecure 
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? 
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed 
Nobodyís perfect and I stand accused 
For lack of a better word, and thatís my best excuse 
 

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 masochist 
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 wonít apologize 

When there ain´t nowhere you can go 
Running away from pain 
When youíve been victimized 
Tales from another broken home 

Youíre leaving... 
Youíre leaving... 
Youíre leaving... 
Ah youíre leaving home...



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