Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia

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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

Sodapop and Ritalin

No one ever died for my sins in hell

As far as I can tell

At least the ones I’ve gotten away with

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But there’s nothing wrong with me

This is how I’m supposed to be

In the land of make believe

That don’t believe in me

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Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix

The living room or my private womb

While the mom’s & 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

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But there’s nothing wrong with me

This is how I’m supposed to be

In the land of make believe

That don’t believe in me

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II. City of the damned

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At the centre 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

It’s beating out of time

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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

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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 centre of the earth is the end of the world

And I could really care less

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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

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III. I Don’t Care

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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 care!

Everyone is so full of shit!

Born and raised by hypocrites

Hearts recycled but never saved

From the cradle straight 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 it don’t believe in me

And I don’t care! (x5)

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IV. Dearly Beloved

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Dearly beloved, are you listening?

I can’t remember all words 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 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

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V. Tales of another broken home

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To live and not to breathe

Is to die in tragedy

To run, to run away to find what to 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

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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

Yeah I’m leaving! (x3)

I am leaving home!

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