Jesus Of Suburbia
[Part 1]
I'm the son of rage and loveThe Jesus of SuburbiaFrom the bible of none of the aboveOn a steady diet of soda pop and RitalinNo one ever died for my sins in hellAs far as I can tellAt least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with meThis is how I'm supposed to beIn a land of make believeThat don't believe in me
Got my television fix sitting on my crucifixThe living room or my private wombWhile the moms and brats are awayTo fall in love and fall in debtTo alcohol and cigarettes and Mary JaneTo keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with meThis is how I'm supposed to beIn a land of make believeThat don't believe in me
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the EarthIn the parking lotOf the 7-11 where I was taughtThe motto was just a lieIt says home is where your heart isBut what a shameCause everyone's heartDoesn't beat the sameIt's beating out of time
City of the deadAt the end of another lost highwaySigns misleading to nowhereCity of the damnedLost children with dirty faces todayNo one really seems to care
I read the graffitiIn the bathroom stallLike the holy scriptures of a shopping mallAnd so it seemed to confessIt didn't say muchBut it only confirmed thatThe center of the earthIs the end of the worldAnd I could really care less
City of the deadAt the end of another lost highwaySigns misleading to nowhereCity of the damnedLost children with dirty faces todayNo one really seems to care
[Part 3: I don't care]
I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't care
I don't care
Everyone is so full of shitBorn and raised by hypocritesHearts recycled but never savedFrom the cradle to the graveWe are the kids of war and peaceFrom Anaheim to the middle eastWe are the stories and disciplesOf the Jesus of suburbiaLand of make believeThat don't believe in meLand of make believeAnd I don't believeAnd I don't care!I don't care! [x4]
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
Dearly beloved are you listening?I can't remember a word that you were sayingAre we demented or am I disturbed?The space that's in between insane and insecureOh therapy, can you please fill the void?Am I retarded or am I just overjoyedNobody's perfect and I stand accusedFor lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breatheIs to die In tragedyTo run, to run awayTo find what you believeAnd I leave behindThis hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to thisThis town that don't existSo I runI run awayTo the light of masochistAnd I leave behindThis hurricane of fucking liesAnd I walked this lineA million and one fucking timesBut not this time
I don't feel any shameI won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can goRunning away from painWhen you've been victimizedTales from another broken home
You're leaving...You're leaving...You're leaving...Ah you're leaving home...