Jesus Of Suburbia Green Day текст и слова песни

Part I


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 a land of make believe

That don't 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 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 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 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

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 didn't 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 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 X5

I don't careeeeeeeeee


Everyone's 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 don't believe in me

Land of make believe

And I don't believe

And I don't care!

I don't care!


Part 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


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 don't 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 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...