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I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the of
None of the above
On a diet of
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 the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix a living room
On my womb
While the Moms and are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And mary jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was 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
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 stall
Like the 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
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost with dirty faces today
No one seems to care
Hey!
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 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 full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From to the 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!
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 of a better word, and that's my 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 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 ******* 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 you can go
Running 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...
The Jesus of suburbia
From the of
None of the above
On a diet of
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 the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix a living room
On my womb
While the Moms and are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And mary jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was 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
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 stall
Like the 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
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost with dirty faces today
No one seems to care
Hey!
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 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 full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From to the 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!
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 of a better word, and that's my 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 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 ******* 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 you can go
Running 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...
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