Jesus of Suburbia (Explicit) - Green Day
Lyrics by：Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tré Cool
Produced by：Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Rob Cavallo/Tré Cool
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From 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 the land of everybody
That don't believe in me
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
Doing someone else's ***
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
At the center of the Earth in the parking 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 ****
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 and it don't believe
And I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
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
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
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 ******* 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 ******* lies
And I walked this line
A million and one ******* 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
