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- JESUS OF SUBURBIA

[Part 1]

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 
But there's nothing wrong with me 
This is how I'm supposed to be 
In a land of make believe 
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me

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

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

Alot 
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 
We're beating out of time 
City of the dead 
At the end of another lost highway 
Sign misleading to nowhere 
city of the damned 
lost children with there 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 

[Part 3: I don't care]

I don't care if you don't 
I don't care if you don't care [x5]

Everyone is so full of shit 
Burn and raised by hipocrits 
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! 

[Part 4: Dearly beloved]

dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or are we 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 beat excuse 

[Part 5: 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 what I left 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

She's a rebel 
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

She's a rebel
Vigilante 
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto 
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername

She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade

is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate

is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that

sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings the liberation
that I just cant define
nothing comes to mind

She's a rebel 
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

She's a rebel
Vigilante 
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous

Currently Playing American Idiot By Green Day see related

welcome to a new kind of tension...all across the alien nation...everything isnt meant to be ok...television dreams of tommorow..were not the ones who're meant to follow...for its enough to argue....-billy joe armstrong

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Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly's accidental high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
You're fucking only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?
As your city's model gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The television's an obstructionist
And you don't even know that you exist
Stand still wish to die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not hope before it's too late

There's nothing left to analyze

Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?

And don't look back

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy's opinion of
Your father's raise and your mother's love
That's made the idiot America

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not hope before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not hope before it's too late

She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind

Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight