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• Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia14.8.2009 klo 14:01

  Part 1. Jesus of Suburbia

  I'm the son of rage and love
  The Jesus of suburbia
  From the bible of, none and be above
  On the 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 the land of make believe
  That don't believe en me
  
  Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
  In living room or 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
  Doing someone else's cocaine
  
  And there's nothing rong with me
  This is how I'm supposed to be
  In the land of make believe
  That don't believe in me
  
  Part 2. City of the damned
  
  At the center of the Eart in a parking lot
  Of the 7-11 where I was thought
  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 on a shopping mall
  And so it seems 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
  
  Part 3. 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
  [x4]
  
  I don't care
  
  Everyone's so full of shit
  Born and raised by the hippocrates
  Hearts recycled but never saved
  From the cradle to the grave
  We are the kids of the war and peace
  From Anaheim to the middle east
  We are the stories and disciples
  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
  [x3]
  
  Part 4. 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?
  Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
  Nobodys perfect and I stand accused
  For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
  
  Part 5. Tales of 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 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
  
  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
  Are you leaving home?

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