Green day jesus of suburbia lyrics

-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







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 in my private womb,



While the Mom's and 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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-City Of The Damned-







At the center 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,



We're 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 the 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



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-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



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



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



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







I don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare







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!



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-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 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 the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse



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-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



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 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







You're leaving



You're leaving



You're leaving



Ah you're leaving home