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Part I: Jesus of Suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
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
Least the ones I got away with

And there's nothin' wrong with me
This is how I'm s'posed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sittin' on my crucifix
A livin' 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
Doin' someone else's cocaine

And there's nothin' wrong with me
This is how I'm s'posed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Ooh

Part II: City of the Damned

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 beatin' outta 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 of 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
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 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 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 (Hoo hoo hoo)
I don't care (Hoo hoo hoo)
I don't care, huah! (Hoo hoo hoo)
I don't care, ahh! (Hoo hoo hoo)
I don't care

Part IV: Dearly Beloved

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were sayin'
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Ooh
Ooh

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, ahh

Ooh
Ooh

Part 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 lights of masochists

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I've 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 leavin'
You're leavin'
You're leavin'
Ah, you're leavin' home!