"Jesus Of Suburbia"

[Part 1]

 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
 Soda pop and Ritalin
 No one ever died for my sins in [bad word]  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 fixed
 Sitting on my [bad word]  The living room or 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 2: City Of The Damned]

 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
 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 the 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 3: 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
[X4]

 I don't care

 Everyone is so full of [bad word]  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 that don't believe in me
 Land of make believe
 And I don't believe
 And I don't care!
 I don't care! [x4]

[Part 4: 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?
 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 5: Tales Of Another Broken Home]

 To live and not to breathe
 Is to die in tragedy
 [bad word]  [bad word] away
 To find what you believe

 And I leave behind
 This hurricane of [bad word] lies

 I lost my faith to this
 This town that don't exist
 So [bad word]  [bad word] away
 To the lights of [bad word] 
 And I leave behind
 This hurricane of [bad word] lies
 And I walked this line
 million and one [bad word] times
 But not this time

 I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
 When there ain't nowhere you can go [bad word] away 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...