Lyrics: Jesus Of Surburbia

Part One:
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

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 fix
sitting on my crucifix
in my living room
of 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

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 Two: City of the Damned
at the center of the earth
in the parking lot
of the seven eleven where i was taught
the motto was just a lie
it says "home is where your heart is"
but what a shame
coz everyone's heart doesnt 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 on the bathroom stall
like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
and so it seemed to confess
it didnt 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 Three: 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

I don't care
Everyone's 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 anaheim to the middle east
we are the stories and diciples of
the jesus of suburbia

land of make-believe
and it don't believe in me
land of make-believe
and it don't believe in me
and I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care

Part Four: Dearly Beloved
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you are saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
the space that's in between insane and insecure
(ooooooooooooh ooooooooooooh)
Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
am 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

Part Five: Tales from another Broken Home
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 lights of Masochists

and I leave behind
this hurricane of fucking lies
and I walk this line
a million and one fucking 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 leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Are you leaving home?