I. JESUS OF SUBURBIA
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

But 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 [bad word] 
The living room in my private womb,
While the Mom’s and Brad’s are away,
To fall in love and fall in debt,
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane,
To keep me insane and doing someone else’s cocaine

But 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

II. 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 in 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

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
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

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 it don’t believe in me,
Land of make believe,
And I don’t believe,
And I don’t care!
And I don’t care!
And I don’t care!
And I don’t care!
And I don’t care!

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?
I 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

V. TALES FROM 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 light of Masochists,
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 [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.