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This song's called "Jesus of Suburbia"

[Part 1: Jesus of Suburbia]

[Verse 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 hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

[Chorus]
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of everybody
That don't believe in me

[Verse 2]
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in 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
And doing someone else's cocaine
[Chorus]
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of everybody
That don't believe in me

Ladies and gentleman
Tre Cool

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

[Verse 1]
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

Get those hands in the air

[Chorus]
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
Alright
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
Get those hands up

[Verse 2]
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

Get those hands in the air

[Chorus]
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
One more time
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

[Part 3: I Don't Care]

[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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 England to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia

[Chours]
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!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!

[Part 4: Dearly Beloved]

[Verse 1]
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

Brothers and sisters, get those hands up in the air

[Verse 2]
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

England

Ladies and gentlemen
Mike Dirnt

[Part 5: Tales Of Another Broken Home]

[Verse 1]
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 light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

Here we go

[Outro]
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
You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Ah you're leaving home!