Jesus Of Suburbia Lyrics - Hellions

[Green Day cover] 

[Part 1: 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 

And there's nothing wrong with me 

This is how I'm supposed to be 

In the land of make believe 

That don't believe in me 

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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 

And 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 

[Part 2: City Of The Damned] 

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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 

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 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 

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 3: 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 

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 that don't believe in me 

Land of make believe 

And I don't believe 

And I don't care! 

I don't care! 

I don't care! 

I don't care! 

I don't care! 

[Part 4: 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 

[ 

Part 5: 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 don't exist 

So I run, I run away 

To 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 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...