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Jesus of suburbia
Green Day
[Part I]

Iīm 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 thereīs nothing wrong with me
This is how Iīm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That donīt believe in me

Get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
A living room on 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 elseīs cocaine

And thereīs nothing wrong with me
This is how Iīm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That donīt believe in me


[Part II: City Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyoneīs heart
Doesnīt beat the same
Itīs 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
Noone really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didnīt say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really careless

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
Noone really seems to careeeeee
HEY!


[Part III: I Donīt Care]

I donīt care if you donīt
I donīt care if you donīt
I donīt care if you donīt care X5
I donīt careeeeeeeeee

Everyoneīs so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
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 donīt believe in me
Land of make believe
And I donīt believe
And I donīt care!
I donīt care!


[Part IV: Dearly Beloved]

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I canīt remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space thatīs in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobodyīs perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and thatīs my best excuse


[Part 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 my faith to this
This town that donīt exist

So I run
I run away

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 donīt feel any shame
I wonīt apologize
When there ainīt nowhere you can go

Running away from pain
When youīve been victimized
Tales from another broken HOME

Youīre leaving...
Youīre leaving...
Youīre leaving...
Ah youīre leaving home...