Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia

Part I: Jesus Of Suburbia
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 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 on 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 
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

Part II: City of the Damned
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 were 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

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 (4x)

I don't care.....

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! (5x)

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 inbetween 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

Part V: Tales of 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 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 wont 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...