Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia lyrics

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
'Least the ones I got away with

And there's nothin' 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 livin' 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
Doin' someone else's cocaine



And there's nothin' 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 parkin' lot
Of the 7-Eleven 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 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 (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's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled, but never saved
From the cradles 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
(Said it's, it's another lie)
And I don't believe

And I don't care! (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care! (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care! (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care! (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care!

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word
That you were sayin'
Are we demented, or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between
Insane and insecure

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh

(Ooh, ooh) Oh therapy
Can you please fill the void?
(Ooh, ooh ooh) Am I retarded
Or am I just overjoyed?
(Ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect
And I stand accused
(Ooh, ooh ooh) For lack of a better word
And that's my best excuse

Ooh, ooh 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' lies
And I've walked this line
A million and one fuckin' times
But not this time!

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Runnin' away from pain when
You've been victimized
Tales from another broken

Home you're leavin'
You're leavin' you're leavin'
Are you leavin' home?