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Jesus Of Suburbia English Hard

de Green Day

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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

pop and Ritalin

No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At the ones I got away with
And there's wrong with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix a 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 jane
To keep me insane
else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong me
is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me

At the 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 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 dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the 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 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 highway
Signs to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
Hey!

I don't 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 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...

Everyone's so of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the to the grave
We are the of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and 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!

I don't care!

I don't care!

I don't care!

I don't care!

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

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 ******* lies
I lost
My to this
This town
That don't exist
So I run
I run away
The light
Of masochist
And I
behind
This hurricane of ******* lies
And I
Walked this line
A million and one ******* times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from broken

Home
You're leaving...

You're leaving...

You're leaving...

(Ah!) You're home...

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