Jesus of Suburbia (Broadway) - Green Day ft. []

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 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 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

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
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 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

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

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

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-
Everyone's so-
Everyone's so-
Everyone's so-

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! (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
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 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

V. 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

Huh!

My faith to this

This town that don't exist

So I run
I run away

To find what I believe
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?