V1:  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 [bad word]  as far as I can tell
               At least the ones I've gotten away with
                                                     And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be
                                         (C#5)
 In a land of make believe, that don't believe in me

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                    V2:  Get my television fix, Sitting on my [bad word]                                             The living room of my private womb, While the moms and brats 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
                                         (C#5)
 In a land of make believe, that don't believe in me

LINK: |(C#5)  | |   | |

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                                V3: 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 were your heart is but what a shame
                                                        Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same, it's beating out of time

                       C1:  City of the dead, at the end of another lost highway
                 Sign misleading to nowhere
                               City of the damned, lost children with dirty faces today
                   No one really seems to care

                        V4: 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

                       C2:  City of the dead, at the end of another lost highway
                 Sign misleading to nowhere
                               City of the damned, lost children with dirty faces today
                   No one really seems to care

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 OI!

SOLO: |    |    |    | F5* |

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                             F5*    C3: I don't care if you don't, I don't care if   you   don't
          F5*      I don't care if   you  don't care
                             F5*     I don't care if you don't, I don't care if   you   don't
          F5*      I don't care if   you  don't care