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JESUS 0F

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
I got away with
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 dads are away
To fall in love

and fall in debt
And there's nothing
wrong with me

This is how
I'm supposed to he
In a land of
make believe

that don't
believe in me
At the center
of the Earth

in the parking lot
of the Seven-Eleven
where I was taught
The motto

was just a lie
'Cos everyone's heart

doesn't heat 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
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 .......
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 ............
Land of make believe

And it don't
believe in me
And 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?
Ooh... ooh ooh ooh

Ooh...
on 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
Ooh... ooh ooh ooh

Ooh...
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 faeming lies
I lost my

faith to this
So I run

I run away
The light of masochist
And I leave behind

This hurricane
of faeming lies
And I walked this line
A million and one

fmeeing times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologise

When there ain't
nowhere you can go
Running away from

pain when you've
been victimised
Home
You're leaving

You're leaving
You're leaving
Ah you're

leaving home
JESUS 0F

SUBURBIA
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Title
Jesus Of Suburbia
Artist
Green Day
Brand
Sunfly
(6 Other Versions)
Codes
SFMW873-06 SFWS108-10
Genres
alternative rock, pop punk, punk, rock