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- Title: Jesus of Suburbia
- Album: American Idiot
- Year: 2004
Lyrics:
Part1: 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
(refrain
:)And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make beleive
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private wormb
White the room and braos 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
(refrain)
Part2: City of the dammed
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motts was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beating out of time
(refrain
:)City of the death
At the end of another last highway
Signs misteading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care.
I real the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
I didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the wold
And I could really care less.
(refrain)
Part3: 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
I don't careeeeeeeeeeee
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the craddle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciplines
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
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Part4: Dearly beloved
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or me 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 excuses
Part5: Tales of another broken home
To live and not to breaths
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And you 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 don't want apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from the pain
When you've been vichimized
Tales from another broken home
