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Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia Lyrics -Jesus Of Suburbia-
Part I: Jesus Of Suburbia I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia 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 that 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 Moms and Brads 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 a land of make believe That don't believe in me
Part II: City of the Damned At the center of the earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 were 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
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 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 children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care
Part III: 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 (4x)
I don't careeeeeee.....
Everyone's 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! (5x)
Part IV: 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 lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
Part V: 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 To the lights 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
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
You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving... Are you leaving home?
no no no no ya no ando con la emo no no n o no ya cruz cruz ya estoy desnnnoviado y no ya no me gusta ya estoy desnoviado pero ya alguien alguien vendra que me lata
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