Jesus Of Suburbia Lyrics - Bullet In A Bible - Green Day

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 

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 or my private womb 

While the Mom's and Brad's are away 

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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 

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 

It's beating out of time 

City of the dead (Hey, hey) 

At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey) 

Signs misleading to nowhere 

City of the damned (Hey, hey) 

Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey) 

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 (Hey, hey) 

At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey) 

Signs misleading to nowhere 

City of the damned (Hey, hey) 

Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey) 

No one really 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 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 

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 it don't believe 

And I don't care! (Uh, uh, uh) 

I don't care! (Uh, uh, uh) 

I don't care! (Uh, uh, uh) 

I don't care! (Uh, uh, uh) 

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 

Uuh 

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 

Uuh 

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 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 

(Hoooommmee) 

You're leaving... 

You're leaving... 

You're leaving... 

Ah, you're leaving home...