Jesus of Suburbia
Albums: American Idiot, Jesus of Suburbia
Écrit par: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt et Tré Cool
I. JESUS OF
SUBURBIA
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
But 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
The living room in 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 and doing someone else's cocaine
But 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
II. CITY OF THE DAMNED
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
We're 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 in a 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
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
III. 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 (4x)
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 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 I don't believe
And I don't care!
IV. 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 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
V. 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 light of masochists,
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...
Ah you're leaving home...
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